#Chapter 227: Twisted Wrists

Agnes I surfaced from the water, gasping as I reached for the edge of the pool. My clothes clung to my body, weighing me down as I hauled myself halfway out of the water. Another close call. The fire had barely escaped my palms before the water extinguished it, thankfully, but if I had just been a few seconds slower… Despite the heat still coursing through my veins, the very thought of our house going up in flames again made me shudder. For a moment I just hung there, half in and half out of the pool, catching my breath. What the hell was happening to me lately? Why did I feel this surge of fire whenever I looked into Lena’s eyes? I’d grown somewhat used to the familiar heat building up, but this… this was instantaneous. Like every time I looked at her, a switch would flip and I’d nearly burn us all to a crisp. For now, I chalked it up to anxiety. Maybe the stress was finally catching up to me. And Lena… She had been nothing but kind and helpful since she arrive