(Sanya's POV)
I want to believe him, I do, but the fear is still there, coiled tight in my stomach, whispering that I'm not special, not chosen, not destined for anything except more pain and more loss, but I also remember the way the Moon Goddess looked at me, the way her hand felt on my cheek, the warmth and certainty in her voice when she said I wasn't alone, that the Creator was with me, and I think maybe, just maybe, there's something to this, something real, something I can't ignore no matter how much I want to.
"The gifts," I say, pulling back from Aaron's embrace and wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand.
"She said I have gifts I haven't discovered yet. What does that mean?"
Aaron shakes his head slowly, and I can see he's thinking, piecing together things in his mind, dra
