ZION

Between the rounds, I slipped away to the waiting tents, hoping the quiet would help me breathe. The heat still pulsed under my skin, coiling tighter with every heartbeat. I pressed my hands to the table, head bowed.

I thought for a moment, maybe I could use my power and see my way out of this. But the fear of me losing control like before kept from it. I didn't have the luxury of blacking out and I was far away from controlling it. I looked at my reflection in the hanging ...