“You are not just a siphon, Verena.” She took another step forward. “You are not just an heir to a throne.” Her gaze flickered downward to the golden mark on my wrist. “And you are no longer just a girl with power bound inside her.” A chill slithered up my spine. “You have never been powerless, but you have been trapped. But you are free,” she murmured. “The only question now is what you will do with it.”
