Chapter 111

OPHELIA “Y ou can do this, Ophelia,” Giorgios says in a commanding voice that sounds a little too much like his brother’s to not cause me pain. “Your powers are severely weakened, but they remain.” I flick my wrist again, and tiny sparks flicker across the fallen tree branch in front of me, but that’s all I’m able to summon. Raindrops fall onto my face, and I blink the moisture from my heavy lashes. “It is raining, Ophelia. The sky was cloudless not a moment ago, therefore you are not in control of your powers. You must focus!” Thunder rolls above. A swirling tornado of emotion rages inside me, and I glare at him. How am I supposed to control my powers when I cannot feel them? He blinks at me expectantly, seemingly unaware of my inner tirade, which I’m thankful for. I keep my walls up around him at all times, and at least those powers still work. After his ludicrous suggestion that I bond with him—ludicrous yet still not completely ruled out—I asked if he could at least help me with so