Leiza inhaled sharply, trying to steady her swirling emotions. The weight of everything—her transformation, the truth about Azzy, the fact that she would never be normal again—pressed down on her like an avalanche.
She needed time. Space.
"I just... I need to be alone for a bit," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she ignored it.
Azzy studied her carefully for a moment, then gave a small nod. Without another word, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Leiza let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to process everything. Her body felt strange, like there was something alive inside of her—power thrumming beneath her skin, just waiting to be unleashed.
She had to get control over this.
Five minutes later, she marched out of her room and straight into Azzy's.
He was seated on the floor, eyes closed in meditation. Without hesitation, she walked right up to him. "Teach me."
