Chapter Thirty

A week had passed since the unsettling encounter with Easton's mind and I found myself avoiding him at all costs. It wasn't an intentional reaction, but I found myself staring at him with pitying eyes. Yet I couldn't shake the feeling of his complex internal turmoil.

Sara, sensing my discomfort, had grown increasingly concerned. She'd peppered me with questions about Easton, his thoughts, his feelings. But I'd remained silent, unwilling to share the dark secrets I'd uncovered. It wasn't my place to judge him, nor was it mine to reveal his innermost thoughts.

To escape the growing tension, I retreated to my tent, seeking solace in solitude. The forest, once a place of wonder and adventure, now felt claustrophobic. I focused on controlling my abilities, shielding my mind from the intrusive thoughts of others. It was a delicate balance, a constant struggle to maintain my sanity.