Nila's eyes cleared as she started to calm down. She nodded once, then twice. "You're right," she said, a determination in her eyes and within her fingers as she tightened the grip on Beam's arm. "They aren't like they were. I have people that will help me now. Whoever, whatever it is that has taken Stephanie, they will pay for it."
They were the sort of words that resonated with Beam. The call to take up power and make use of it. He could not help the golden sparks that flew up into his eyes, as a fire began to burn in his heart and his own determination took hold.
At one point, Nila might have feared those sparks in his eyes and the terribly overwhelming aura that surrounded him when it came on. But now she was beginning to understand him, at least somewhat. He was that which lived in both the light and the dark. If he had reason to, he would reach his arms down into the deepest abyss to claim what he wanted.
