The clearing was still humming with the echo of Jadon’s last attempt when she stepped back, rolling her shoulders, grounding herself.

Evan stayed close, not hovering, but present in a way that made the air feel warmer. Christa stood a few paces away, arms crossed, watching with a mix of excitement and caution.

“Okay,” Christa said. “You’ve got control. Now let’s see what happens when you push it.”

Jadon swallowed. “Push it how?” “Let it grow,” Christa said. “Not explode. ...