Mai's P.O.V.
I wasn't sure when it started.
Maybe it was the moment he walked back into school, his shoulders hunched like he was bracing for another hit that never came. Maybe it was when I saw the burn scars creeping up his forehead, a permanent reminder of the worst thing I had ever done. Or maybe, just maybe, it had always been there—this strange, maddening pull toward Liam Rivers.
Either way, it was driving me insane.
And apparently, I wasn't the only one losing my mind today.
"You're using your magic for bad again, aren't you?" Elizabeth snapped, her dark eyes sharp with accusation. She stood in my bedroom, arms crossed, her whole posture screaming disapproval. "Mai, you can't keep doing this."
I rolled my eyes, tossing a book onto my bed. "Oh, please. What's the point of having magic if I can't have a little fun with it?"
"Fun?" She scoffed. "Scaring people half to death is fun to you?"
