“I can’t always settle. It’s like there’s this constant energy and it’s trying to claw its way out. It’s not just my power. It’s my mind. My thoughts race and I just…” Her voice trailed off as she picked at a piece of dirt on her leathers. “The training settles me. It helps me feel in control.” The prince held her gaze, his face open and earnest. “You always seem so steady.” Aya pressed her lips together in grim agreement. “I have to.” And the way he was looking at her…it was as if he understood.
