Ethan's POV
I pushed myself off the wall, still dazed, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
The air around us shimmered faintly — like heat after lightning. Soraya stood in the center of the room, her breaths ragged, eyes burning a fierce, molten silver.
"Soraya…" I started carefully. "What..."
"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the silence.
For a heartbeat, I couldn't even speak. I'd seen her angry before — but never like this. Never with that glow in her eyes. And then I saw it — her hair.
It wasn't dark anymore.
It shone white as snow — strands almost trembling with energy.
The sight rooted me to the spot. The very air around her seemed alive — bending, humming, like the room itself recognized her power before I did. My instincts screamed danger, yet a part of me couldn't look away. It wasn't fear I felt. It was awe.
"What's going on?" I breathed, taking a slow step toward her. "Soraya, your hair..."
