POV: Miranda Prospero

I woke up screaming for the third time that week.

Ferdinand was beside me immediately, his hands on my shoulders grounding me back to reality. "You're safe. It was just a dream."

"It wasn't a dream. It was a vision of what I could become if I lose control again." I showed him my hands, which were glowing faintly with power I couldn't fully suppress. "The magic is getting stronger. Every day it's harder to contain."

"Then maybe you shouldn't contain it. Maybe you should ...