Chapter 33 Who Am I?

“Actually, Jonathan, I’ve been becoming stronger with each passing second since last night.” His brows furrowed in puzzlement as I told him.

“Wait a minute, let me give you an example.” I rose from the bed and walked over to the table.

I picked up the glass, and it cracked with barely any pressure. He ran over to me and examined my hands with his face filled with worry.

As my wounds recovered right away, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“How are you doing this? Who are you?” He fixed me with a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

I shrugged my shoulders, having no clue about this this. “I’m puzzled about what happened to me so suddenly, and why I’m abruptly getting powerful. It appears like God has given me this power as a gift to end Katrina.” I assumed, and when I took Katrina’s name, his lips drew down in sadness.

“Mia, please don’t take her name, and I’ll never allow you to fight her.” His voice was sharp and solemn.

I could sense his worry and fear of losing me, so I chose not to argue for