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from the flames.
I couldn’t let this happen.
Blankly, I turned to face him, and as he tried to throw his arms around me my hand shot out. “No,” I commanded as flames swayed across the tips of my fingers.
Before he could make it into the circle, the force of the energy pulsing through me had Fenn flying backwards as the flames closed up around me. Their tall warmth now comfortably enshrouded me. I didn’t care to figure out how I was able to do any of it. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I wasn’t crazy, that what I could do was real.
I touched the flames once again, and my blood shot through my veins with the newly charged energy that yearned to be used.
“Aurora!” Fenn shouted weakly, “I won’t let anything happen to you!” The flames shot upward, reaching for the sky, challenging him. And then he appeared as he jumped through the wall of fire, the flames licking his skin.
It was this moment of horror that brought me to my senses.
He had been burned. I had burned him. He swatted at his skin in panic, trying to douse the flames that ran along his arms and legs.
What am I doing? I thought in a cloudy haze.
I looked to the flames and lowered my hands, magically pushing them into the ground. They followed my command, rushing towards me and running up my legs, tracing the lines of my body. I absorbed the fire, taking in the last of the flames as they burned out with a pop of smoke.
He rushed over to me, pulling me into him. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” His voice cracked as he trembled limb to limb. I watched in profound relief as his skin that had been harmed healed almost instantaneously.
“I’m fine,” I replied hoarsely, hugging him back.
“I should have listened. I shouldn’t have been so stubborn in thinking that we could force normal.” His voice burned with regret. “Oh my god, Rory,” he said, shamefaced with realization. “I ruined any chance we had at finding out the truth.” He looked away, deflated.
Mr. Creepy had been right. Something in me did change. And he’d made it clear we were not to come looking for him.
I grabbed Fenn’s face and made him look at me. “We’ll find him and we’ll make it right, Fenn. He has to help,” I insisted, trying to make my smile warm and full of hope.
But what if he meant what he said , I thought as I bit my lip. My head was pounding. “I wish I had your healing ability,” I said, attempting to lighten the mood as I rubbed the pained spot.
Fenn lightly kissed my wound and said, “I’m such a jerk. Sorry won’t change it, but I am sorry for not listening. We will look for him tomorrow, and I will apologize to him. Come on, let’s get back before something worse happens.”
With my horse gone, I had no choice but to ride back with him. He had been smart enough to tie up his horse even in the midst of the chaos. He threw his hand out to help me up behind him and we took off, heading for the barn.
Back in the barn, we found a drenched Snow happily munching hay and watching us from her stall. Someone must have put her away.
I shivered as I watched Fenn quickly brush his horse down and throw a chunk of hay into the stall. “Okay, let’s go,” he beckoned, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the barn.
We had parked on the shoulder of the road so getting to the car meant another jog in the rain. We darted across the yard and practically threw ourselves into the car, anxious for shelter.
The slam of the car doors brought reality crashing back in. And after a brief moment of staring off into the storm, Fenn broke the silence.
“You hungry?” he asked, shifting his weight in the seat. Not really , I thought to myself. Not after all of that.
“A little, I guess,” I said instead. “Do you think it’s safe to drive in this weather?”
“Sure it is,” he replied as he reached in the back for my bookbag. “Here, dry off with this.” He handed me a towel as he started the car and turned the heater on. I did my best to dry my hair
I couldn’t let this happen.
Blankly, I turned to face him, and as he tried to throw his arms around me my hand shot out. “No,” I commanded as flames swayed across the tips of my fingers.
Before he could make it into the circle, the force of the energy pulsing through me had Fenn flying backwards as the flames closed up around me. Their tall warmth now comfortably enshrouded me. I didn’t care to figure out how I was able to do any of it. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I wasn’t crazy, that what I could do was real.
I touched the flames once again, and my blood shot through my veins with the newly charged energy that yearned to be used.
“Aurora!” Fenn shouted weakly, “I won’t let anything happen to you!” The flames shot upward, reaching for the sky, challenging him. And then he appeared as he jumped through the wall of fire, the flames licking his skin.
It was this moment of horror that brought me to my senses.
He had been burned. I had burned him. He swatted at his skin in panic, trying to douse the flames that ran along his arms and legs.
What am I doing? I thought in a cloudy haze.
I looked to the flames and lowered my hands, magically pushing them into the ground. They followed my command, rushing towards me and running up my legs, tracing the lines of my body. I absorbed the fire, taking in the last of the flames as they burned out with a pop of smoke.
He rushed over to me, pulling me into him. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” His voice cracked as he trembled limb to limb. I watched in profound relief as his skin that had been harmed healed almost instantaneously.
“I’m fine,” I replied hoarsely, hugging him back.
“I should have listened. I shouldn’t have been so stubborn in thinking that we could force normal.” His voice burned with regret. “Oh my god, Rory,” he said, shamefaced with realization. “I ruined any chance we had at finding out the truth.” He looked away, deflated.
Mr. Creepy had been right. Something in me did change. And he’d made it clear we were not to come looking for him.
I grabbed Fenn’s face and made him look at me. “We’ll find him and we’ll make it right, Fenn. He has to help,” I insisted, trying to make my smile warm and full of hope.
But what if he meant what he said , I thought as I bit my lip. My head was pounding. “I wish I had your healing ability,” I said, attempting to lighten the mood as I rubbed the pained spot.
Fenn lightly kissed my wound and said, “I’m such a jerk. Sorry won’t change it, but I am sorry for not listening. We will look for him tomorrow, and I will apologize to him. Come on, let’s get back before something worse happens.”
With my horse gone, I had no choice but to ride back with him. He had been smart enough to tie up his horse even in the midst of the chaos. He threw his hand out to help me up behind him and we took off, heading for the barn.
Back in the barn, we found a drenched Snow happily munching hay and watching us from her stall. Someone must have put her away.
I shivered as I watched Fenn quickly brush his horse down and throw a chunk of hay into the stall. “Okay, let’s go,” he beckoned, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the barn.
We had parked on the shoulder of the road so getting to the car meant another jog in the rain. We darted across the yard and practically threw ourselves into the car, anxious for shelter.
The slam of the car doors brought reality crashing back in. And after a brief moment of staring off into the storm, Fenn broke the silence.
“You hungry?” he asked, shifting his weight in the seat. Not really , I thought to myself. Not after all of that.
“A little, I guess,” I said instead. “Do you think it’s safe to drive in this weather?”
“Sure it is,” he replied as he reached in the back for my bookbag. “Here, dry off with this.” He handed me a towel as he started the car and turned the heater on. I did my best to dry my hair
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