(Nisha)
Zephyr s.creamed. She slashed her hands through the air, mimicking the cuts on the wolves. But nothing came but a torrent of wind. Because Zephyr couldn’t cut anyone with her wind, she couldn’t s***h anyone as Soleil had.
Cameron said those at the inn had been cut too, long cuts, but I had assumed it was with a weapon, a knife of sorts.
I pieced it together too slowly to try to stop her.
The family she had found when she left Soleil, the one that she looked as like a brother that she herself had k.illed… or thought. The one time, her wind was able to cut someone...but it wasn’t her wind at all.
Zephyr's s.creams poured out of her unrelenting. It was a tormented, twisted sound of anguish turned to rage. Her sorrow mixed with her winds, and it swirled like a tornado.
I tried
