Violet
The cup I had just finished drinking from floated in lazy circles above my palm, rotating slowly as I guided it.
It was almost too easy now, just like breathing. The syzygy—or whatever it was now, responded to the smallest impulse, flowing through me as naturally as blood through veins.
Before, it had felt like a force I had to push into submission, but now…
Now it was just... mine.
My body had assimilated it completely.
I dropped my hand and the cup fell. I caught it before it could shatter against the balcony floor, my fingers closing around the ceramic with perhaps more force than necessary.
Ari was dead.
The thought hit me again, as it had been hitting me repeatedly over the past few days, with the same dull, aching force. Each time I thought I'd processed it, accepted it, and moved on, it would surge back and steal the air from my lungs all over again.
She had died the same day I had told Kael about them.
