** Poppy’s POV **

After we all take a shower and I get some time alone with my thoughts, I can finally breathe again. The world doesn’t feel quite so overwhelming.

Whatever this power is… I feel a little more certain I can control it. I’ve started to recognise the signs. It’s not much, but it’s something.

When I go cold, something’s wrong. Something’s dying. Paige is too close. Or I’m about to break something without meaning to. My gaze drops to my hands, and I huff out a ...