Leiza shook her head violently. "No. No, I—" She looked at her hands again, the same hands that had just released a blast of energy without her even knowing how.
She felt it now—that foreign power coursing through her veins.
It wasn't human.
It wasn't her.
She gasped, gripping the edges of the bed, her entire body trembling. "What did you do to me!?"
Azzy hesitated for a moment, then answered, his voice quiet but firm.
"I saved you."
Leiza felt as if the world around her was crumbling. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, her breathing shallow and erratic. This had to be a joke. There was no way this was real—none of this could be real.
She clenched the bed sheets beneath her, her fingers digging into the fabric. "You're messing with me, right?" Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. It was impossible. She was human. She had always been human. How could that change? How could she suddenly—
