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I watched the weather changing, feeling the power that radiated through it. There was a kind of electric current that I could feel even on my skin. I could feel it; I could sense it and I could almost taste it.
It was powerful, I admit, but it still had nothing on me. After all, I had two extra scepters to give me a boost, while I doubt she could even summon hers.
I knew what was happening. It was obvious as day. She was losing control. She had bottled it up for so long that finally it was spilling out of her whether she wanted it or not.
I know my sister like the back of my hand. We shared a womb and did almost everything together. How could I not know how she tics?
She was never good at mastering her powers. They had always overwhelmed her whenever she tried to use them. It’s something that she has struggled with since we were little girls. While I flourished at controlling mine, she failed miserably at controlling hers.
One of the things I contributed to that was because she wasn’t serious in her training. She would be distracted a lot of the time and had the attention span of a child.
I used to resent her for that at times. I couldn’t understand why she just couldn’t focus on such an important thing. It used to piss me the fuck off, especially as we got older and nothing changed.
I hated that she was always living in a fantasy world, dreaming of mates and having babies. We were a powerhouse, yet all she wanted was to find her mate and get mated to him.
I loathed how weak she was. Always crying and expecting someone else to save her. I thought that things would be different this time, but they were not. She was still the same weak girl I knew growing up.
The thunder continued to roar, with the wind picking up. It was obvious. My sister
is still the same even now. Emotions made her weak, and it looks like they are still making her weak.
esther.
I used to test her. Say cruel words just to see her lose control. Hurt her just to see her struggle. She always lost control when her emotions were heightened or she was triggered. It seems that hasn’t changed even now.
ngw.
Your highness? I don’t turn when Blake addresses me; I just continue to stare at
the storm outside.
Any news of my mother? I asked.
None, he answered with a tired sigh. We still can’t find her.
I couldn’t blame him. My mother might be weak right now, but she isn’t stupid. She knows that I am hunting her. She knows what I want from her. She knows I want to kill her. She isn’t a coward, though. She isn’t hiding because she’s afraid of me; no, she is hiding because she’s biding her time.
I would have told her not to bother though. Whatever she’s planning is futile. This time I don’t plan to leave loose ends. This time both she and my sister won’t come out of it alive.
She’s getting powerful, Blake comments. He has been with me long enough to know when my sister is having a tantrum, so he doesn’t need anyone telling him what the hell was happening.
And she’s doing a lousy job at controlling it. Besides, that’s what happens when you’ve been bound for so long.
This is what you were hoping for, he stated.
This was just a bonus. I wanted to sow some discord between them, and it
seems it worked because Sadie is losing it.
If that’s the case, then letting Brian escape was genius.
I laughed before leaning against the
window. It’s hilarious how he thought that he’d managed it all by himself. And besides, we don’t really need someone with a moral
jel
compass in our army. We don’t need someone who’ll feel guilty when we need them to kill a bunch of people.
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