Dylan didn’t answer. He turned and fled. Everything shifted in me when he took flight. A burst of pure energy rushed through me, spreading throughout my body from fingertip to my hair follicles, and I lifted off the ground in one movement. Soaring over him, I landed in front, stopping him and staring straight into his eyes.
He gasped, reeling backward. “Your eyes—they’re black, just black…”
“I know.” My voice was different, stronger. It sounded like it was coming from a well, an ancient well that was so deep and water was surging upward at an alarming speed. I didn’t know what it was, why my voice was like this, but I felt connected to every messenger that had died before me. They were with me in that moment.
“Demons don’t look like that. Their eyes are red, brown sometimes when you see
