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He nods like it’s no big deal.
I clench my fists and hope to see some green.
Nothing.
I tighten them until my knuckles turn white. Still no magic, nothing out of the ordinary. I relax my hands. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.”
“Did you just see me try?”
He holds my gaze. “You have the power. That means you can use it for your will.”
“Maybe you have me confused with someone else.”
“You and I are the only ones who have the power right now. Show me what you can do.”
Irritation runs through me. “I’m telling you, I can’t!”
He glances down. “You just did.”
Sure enough, my hands are glowing green. “I’m annoyed.”
“You need to learn to use it regardless of your mood.”
“Good luck with that.” I sit on the desk across from him in resignation.
He looks deep in thought for a moment. “Did you only ever see my brother use it when he was upset?”
“Was he ever not upset?”
The corners of his mouth twitch. “Hardly seemed like it. I have an idea. Why don’t you relax and think about the power? Try to draw it out in a non-emotional setting?”
“Non-emotional?” I don’t bother hiding my surprise. “How is this not emotional? I’m sitting here with my uncle, who’s really my father, just a week after I killed the man who raised me!”
Tiberias takes a deep breath. “Maybe we need to work through this before jumping into the power.”
“You think? All of this was thrown at me during my dad’s funeral—and I’m not going to apologize for calling him that, regardless of how horrible he was. He was the one who was there for me all those years, even if he was distant and harsh.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to apologize for that. He was your father in almost every sense of the word.”
“Except for genetics.” My hands glow green. “And nobody ever bothered to tell me.”
“Or him,” Tiberias points out. “He died not knowing the truth.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes. I mull over everything, coming up with more questions with each passing moment. I look at him—my father and the merman my mom has always truly loved. His dark eyes are identical to my dad’s, but they’re full of kindness even though I’m not giving him his way. I know he wants me to embrace him as my dad, but I just can’t. Not yet. Maybe not ever, even though he’s clearly the better choice for a father figure.
“Is there something you want to say, Marra?”
“So much. Why couldn’t you marry Mom if you loved her so much? Couldn’t you have stopped the wedding, especially since she was carrying your child? Why let us go to the land? Why not fight for us? And what about—?”
“I think your mother and I should answer these questions together.”
“You can’t give me anything?”
His eyes fill with sadness. “Just know I’ve always loved you with my whole heart. Every time I saw you, I wanted to tell you the truth.”
“Why didn’t you?”
