THE SELF INVESTIGATIONThe tent felt too small. Every time the fabric flapped in the wind, I jumped. Demetrius had told me to rest, but how could I sleep when my own blood felt like it was humming? I kept looking in the small, cracked hand mirror I kept in my bag. My eyes were brown. Just brown. Plain, normal, human brown.

"Where did it go?" I whispered to the empty room.

I stood up and paced the small space. I tried to remember the feeling. The heat in my chest, the way the air felt heavy, the ...