Being disconnected from her powers was proving to be a challenge for Amaryllis. She had to learn how to focus her senses without the aid of nature, to not be afraid of the vulnerability she felt now that she was disarmed. She had her beauty and charm to help her out of precarious situations, but how long could that last? How could her mother send her own daughter to such a prison? Frustrated, she swung open the door of her locker forcefully, only to hit an innocent bystander on the other side.
Getting hit by a locker door wasn’t always ideal for Jason, so when the object collided with the male body, he was ready to lash out on the person only to be presented by an actual beauty. He couldn’t explain how an irritated person could actually be that attractive. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He bowed profusely, rubbing at the spot where he got hit on right after.
