“Scarlett, feeding isn’t inherently—” I cut her off. I didn’t want to hear any more. “I don’t want to learn about my powers. I don’t want to control them. I want to turn them off.” Another sob built inside my throat, my voice shaking with frustrated desperation. “Please, Snow.” Her face crumpled with sadness as she watched me unravel. It only drove me further down into hopelessness. The light in her eyes drained when I pulled my hand out of hers. “I want to turn it off. I want to cut it out of me,” I pleaded. “Please cut it all out of me.”
