Chapter 118. What if It Chooses Tristan This Time?

Athena

I've been staring at my hands for what feels like hours. They won't stop shaking. There's this constant hum under my skin now, like electricity running through my veins.

Every time I look at them, I see Daxon and Seraphine's faces. The way they went cold and still because of what I did to them.

The memory hits me again, and my stomach twists. Their eyes just... emptied. One second they were there, alive and breathing and probably planning more horrible things. 

The next second they were nothing. Just bodies on the ground because I couldn't control whatever this thing is inside me.

I know they deserved whatever they got, but it didn't make me feel less horrible.

It doesn't matter that they were evil. It doesn't matter that they would have killed Tristan if I hadn't stopped them. 

What matters is that I took two lives without even meaning to. Without even understanding what I was doing.

The power just re