yelling at her, but it was Luka’s voice echoing in her mind. Start fighting for yourself. Fight back. But she didn’t know how. No one had taught her how to fight back. She’d only been taught to submit. To be less than she was. To shove all that she was down—all of her light into the dark—so that someone else could shine. She’d only been told she wasn’t enough. Too wild. Too impulsive. Too much of a hassle. Uncontrollable. So she became what was expected of her, and she let her power out. All of it.
