Eleanor's POV
I scrambled over to Mira, my own panic eclipsing everything. Her eyes were wide with a terror I had put there. She was choking, and it was my fault.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hold on, I'll get you out of this!" I begged, my voice cracking. I reached for her, but didn't dare touch her, afraid I'd make it worse.
Beatrice! Help me! How do I stop it?
I don't know! she shot back, her mental voice frantic. This is your power, not just mine! You're the one in control!
But I wasn't in control. The rage was still a fire in my veins, and the fear for Mira was just fanning the flames. I could feel the invisible grip tightening.
In the distance, I heard the welcome wail of sirens, but they were too late. People were starting to go limp on the ground. I had to do something now.
A desperate, insane thought flashed in my mind.
No! Beatrice screamed. That's not the way!
