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I stood at the front door. I didn’t want to go in alone so I flew up to the roof. Sitting down, I pulled my knees to my chest and cried until the sun dipped behind the horizon and the stars twinkled in the sky. I was so worn out. My head pounded from a rapid growing headache, eyes swollen from tears. The back door to my house slammed and Oli walked out into the yard. He ran both hands through his hair and clasped his fingers behind his head. His shoulders raised and lowered as if he was allowing a sigh to escape and bowed his head. I should’ve flown down to him but I didn’t. I was still hurt by his words. I wasn’t sure how long I sat there after Oli walked back inside but I knew I couldn’t sit on the roof all night.
I had their attention but what was I going to do about it? If I asked them to take us to Palon, we’d definitely be outnumbered. No, we needed more people to go with us. The image of Lola appeared in my mind, mocking me. Something inside me snapped and that growing ball of elements burst out of me and into the sky exploding like a purple supernova. A storm of epic proportions brewed above our heads. Hurricane force winds swirled around us. Rain and fire pelted the ground. The earth rolled under our feet. Lightning sparked around us. I created the apocalypse . . . and I didn’t care.
I
was right in Layla’s face. An ugly smirk splayed on it. Axl and Carver tried to
step between us but she waved them off. She knew better than to let them
interfere because this was our fight not theirs. Layla’s smirk pissed me off. I
couldn’t stand the look of it. My fist balled, I reeled my arm back and sent my
fist flying into her jaw. Flesh pounded flesh. Something cracked. She whipped
her head in my direction and flashed a bloody smile.
Layla
snapped her fingers. Fire rose from the ground. There appeared to be something
encased in it. Or was it someone? A muffled scream. The shape inside becoming
clearer. A person bound in burning ropes, writhing and screaming for help. I
knew that voice. I would recognize it anywhere.