GIRL'S POV
I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting on the floor, my back pressed against the wooden frame of the bed, hugging my knees to my chest. But I had already decided: I wouldn’t leave this room again.
I didn’t bother to change out of my nightdress. I didn’t take my usual bath. I didn’t want to see any of them. Not after what I’d done. I snapped at Callum, I hurt Mirael, and worst of all, I almost burned Kierygan.
Now, I am frightened. Not because of punishment. I am used to that.
I am frightened of what I felt last night. Frightened of what it could do. So I will stay here. Because I don’t think I could stop it if I lost control again.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It had to be Grace or Emma. I didn’t bother moving; I kept my head down and ignored it.
But the door
