Aimee's POV
"Are you sure you want to do this, Aimee?"
Vincent's voice, laced with concern, pierced through the fog of my thoughts. I looked up at him, meeting his dark, intense gaze. There was a storm brewing in his eyes, a mixture of worry and something else—something that tugged at my heart and made me want to soothe the turmoil I saw there.
But I was determined. I had to be. For too long, I'd let fear hold me back, let the doubts and uncertainties keep me from embracing the full extent of my power. I couldn't afford that anymore. Not with everything that was happening, not with the stakes so high.
"Yes," I said, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. "I need to do this, Vincent. I need to learn how to control it."
