I needed to get some control but what little control I had left was slipping fast. With nobody around my power turned inwards and I was thrown into a play-by- play of what seemed like everything that had ever happened to me.
I remembered my mum smiling at me and I remembered shifting with her, running through the Covenant gardens. I remembered my father hugging me. I remembered flames and heat so intense I thought that I would melt.
I remembered his face staring at me through the curtains we’d had on the cupboard since I’d broken the doors. I could see my room at the Covenant and my grandfather dressed in black. The penetrating sadness of the crowd; everyone in black.
I could smell the Covenant dungeons. My mind flicked through all of the minds I had touched there. I remembered Jalas smiling at me; he looked young and free. I remembered the feel of him inside me. I remembered the look on his face as he slit open a prisoner from their belly button to their neck. I saw blood everywhere.
