CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE MADNESS

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As soon as I woke up, I knew I was in my room in Albus, its spacious ceiling painted with golden stars, the soft silk against my skin, and sunlight streaming in through the balcony. As chaos had become the protagonist, the screeches of the onpices drowned out my father's words. We all awaited that moment that we never believed would come true. Drahceb had found a way to enter Alba, or perhaps it was his spies sending a message. The protocol to follow was to put the members of the crown to safety. Ben and Eamon were the first to reach me, and Gemma took me by surprise by slowing my heart until I fell asleep. After that, I didn't remember anything; they had plunged me into darkness. I knew why they had done it; at least, while asleep, Drahceb couldn't steal my gifts. We had learned from my mother that, during the sacrifice, the victim had to be alive and awake for the transfer of gifts to be purer.

I shifted on the mattress, amazed to find myself alone. Surely, my guard must be on the other side of the door. At that moment, the hinges creaked, signaling that someone had entered. My father, in his Alpha uniform, smiled at me with a tray in his hands, adorned with many delicacies. Waffles, strawberry jam on toast, chocolate, the aroma of berry tea, and many colorful cookies. There was also a large jug of orange juice with three glasses and a bouquet of white roses and lavender.

"Good morning, princess! Happy birthday to my beautiful daughter!" My father winked at me. "Last night, I didn't have a chance to tell you about my wishes for your new year of life."

I rolled my eyes and sat on the comfortable mattress, crossing my legs. Someone had put me in my daisy pajamas, and I really hoped it was Gemma.

"Thank you, Dad."

"I have a surprise for you." My father placed the tray beside me and planted one of his kisses on my forehead. "You can come in."

My mother appeared on the other side of the wall, cleaned up, wearing a light blue dress with white flowers, and her hair tied up high on her head. Some curls fell tousled on either side. Her freckles shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Mama..."

She hurried to my side and enveloped me in her arms, resting her chin on my shoulder. I don't know how much time passed until we separated. My father had already poured juice for all three of us and handed us each a strawberry, our favorite fruit. Outside, the sound of boots clashing with the tiles was constant, like sand descending from an hourglass, expectant of every passing second.

The wrinkles on my father's forehead and the dark circles under his eyes indicated that he hadn't slept. My mother, on the other hand, despite her tired-looking body, had a fresh and alert face. The scent of vanilla wafted in the air every time she moved her hair. Watching both of them felt like a dream come true, a reality far removed from the Amy from New York who had waited for this moment for years. I took their hands and pressed my palms against theirs.

"Happy birthday, dear" my mother wished me, her hazel eyes glowing.

My mother approached me, kissing the top of my head and breathing in my scent with a tender smile. She was assessing my fragrance, trying to determine if I was still fully human. "What kind of magic did they use on Amy—was it blood magic or word magic?"

My father got up from his seat and walked around my bed before answering. He tousled his hair and placed his knives on the lounge at the foot of the mattress.

"Blood. We couldn't get her memories to fully block with word."

Eamon's dimpled smile and scars came to me like the snowstorm that now entered my room; unbeknownst to them, I had caused it. After Gemma's revelation about my enhancement nature, I had become more aware of my surroundings, of the scents, colors, and each of the sounds that constantly enveloped me. I was one with the rest of the world, and I was nothing with my nature. There was still much to learn about my gift and the incredible things I could cause with it.

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