Page 79 of Shadows of Change

I blink, startled by their observations. I know they can’t see my shadows the way Finn or Malrik can, but they’ve noticed the shift in how I wield them. It’s subtle, but it means something—that even without seeing the shadows, they can sense the changes in me.

"Maybe I’m just getting better at it," I say, trying to downplay the significance.

"Or maybe," Torric smirks, "you’ve been holding back until now."

Aspen glances at me, a flicker of curiosity in his expression. "Whatever the reason, it’s clear you’re finding your footing." He smiles faintly. "It’s good to see."

The warmth in his tone catches me off guard. Before I can respond, Torric leans forward, the mischievous glint in his golden eyes impossible to ignore.

"Though if it’s Finn inspiring this new confidence, I don’t think I want to know how."

His gaze darts meaningfully to Finn, who waggles his eyebrows in response. I groan, covering my face with one hand.

"Please stop," I mutter. "This is not a group therapy session."

"What can I say?" Finn interjects, grinning. "Bob and I have been bonding."

"Bob is not—" a smooth voice cuts in, making us all turn. Malrik stands at the end of our table, looking somehow both annoyed and amused. "Never mind. I'm not encouraging this madness."

But he sits down anyway, deliberately not looking at Finn, though I notice his shadows reach out to brush against Finn's sleeve when he thinks no one's watching.

Mouse, curled under the table, lets out a huff that sounds suspiciously like laughter.

"Traitor," I mutter to him, but he just blinks innocently up at me.

The conversation flows easily after that, but I’m acutely aware of every interaction—the way Torric’s knee presses against mine under the table, how Aspen’s hand brushes mine when he passes the salt, Finn’s constant commentary that makes even Malrik’s lips twitch with suppressed smiles.

"You know," Seren whispers in my ear, "for someone who claims not to have a fan club, you're doing a pretty good impression of holding court right now."

I elbow her sharply, but I can't deny the warm feeling in my chest as I look around at these impossible, infuriating, wonderful people who have somehow become mine.

Even if I'm not quite ready to examine exactly what that means.

The peaceful moment shatters when Darian sweeps into the dining hall, his presence sending an immediate chill through me. Mouse tenses under the table, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Kaia." He stops beside our table, that perfect smile in place. "Professor Thorne would like to see you. About your... performance today."

My stomach drops. Across the table, Torric half-rises, but Aspen's hand on his arm stops him.

"I'll walk with you," Malrik says suddenly, his silver eyes fixed on Darian. "I need to discuss something with Thorne anyway."

"That won't be necessary," Darian says smoothly. "The Professor was quite specific—"

"Wasn't asking permission," Malrik cuts in, his tone leaving no room for argument. For a moment, something dark flashes across Darian's perfect features.

Finn stands too, his usual playful demeanor gone. "Actually, I think we could all use a walk. Work off lunch and all that."

"Guys, I can handle—" I start, but Seren kicks me under the table.

"Let them come," she mutters. "There's strength in numbers Kaia."

As we leave the dining hall, I find myself surrounded—Malrik and Finn on either side, Torric and Aspen following close behind. My shadows seem to draw strength from theirpresence, swirling more confidently around us all, as if feeding on the unspoken bond we share. Each tendril moves with purpose, reflecting the steady reassurance their company brings, wrapping me in a tangible sense of unity and resolve.

At my feet, Mouse pads silently, his violet eyes fixed on Darian's back. Even Finnick, usually the most dramatic of my shadows, moves with purpose, his tendrils gliding with an almost solemn precision. He darts ahead briefly, scanning the path as if ensuring our safety, then loops back, his movements steady and deliberate, a stark contrast to his usual flair for theatrics.

"Your shadows are awfully coordinated today," Darian observes, glancing back. "Almost as if they're responding to something. Or someone."

I feel Finn and Malrik exchange a look over my head, some silent communication passing between them.

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