Mythos (The Descendants, #1) Page 21
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Itzy finally put down the pen, exhausted. She felt like she’d just cycled uphill for an hour. She’d gone into one of her trances, marked by those black lines worming their way across her vision.
Except it had felt more controlled than before. She’d known what she meant to write before she slipped into the exercise, and it had worked.
Like Myra in the story, Itzy believed in her own power.
Unaware of how different she suddenly looked, herself, Itzy grabbed her bag hanging on her doorknob and left her room. She went downstairs and slipped her feet into her black satin pumps, before heading out to meet her friends.
