too,” he said trying to come closer. Sarah frowned and stepped back again. “I was just talking to my aunt about that. I don’t want to be friends with you and I don’t want you coming over to my house ever again. Stay away from us,” she said, her voice breaking when a spike of energy ripped through her. Sarah heard a strange cracking noise and glanced at the window she had been pretending to look through just a moment before. A long jagged scar was forming in the glass. If she didn’t move away quickly, the window was going to shatter. She moved around Drake and started walking away. He fell in step with her and she immediately felt a wave of darkness try to attach itself to her and she shivered. “There’s no reason to act like this Sarah. I’m sure once you get to know me and hear me out, you’ll agree that you and I and your Aunt are going to have a very long and productive relationship.” Sarah looked at Drake, aghast that he’d even think such a thing. His eyes were bright and he looked excited. She realized that he had her between himself and his car and felt a moment’s panic. Her senses were so fried she’d barely noticed the adrenaline rushing through her system. He reached out to grab her arm and she went on instinct. Her energy converged and tightened around her and when Drake’s hand touched her, it shattered around his hand, making him scream in pain. She reared back from him and almost fell into his car, since the passenger door had been left open. Drake fell onto the sidewalk staring at his hand in horror and still screeching. She shuddered as she eased around him and turned to walk backwards. He tried to roll to his side, but cried out in agony. He turned to stare at her, getting up on his knees, holding up his hand to her. She gasped as she could see it had turned bright red and purple. “Sarah!” he screamed after her. She turned and ran into what felt like a brick wall. She almost fell down but was grasped by two warm hands that immediately pulled her in close to a hard chest. She sighed in relief. Zane. “What’s going on Sarah?” Zane demanded tightly, staring at the man still holding his hand and moaning loudly. Sarah glanced back at Drake and shuddered. “That’s the man who’s been coming to my aunt’s house. He just tried to talk to me and then he grabbed my arm. I think I fried him,” she said, turning back into his chest, searching for some warmth. Zane made a low sound in the back of his throat and set her back from him. Sarah felt cold as she watched him advance towards Drake. Zane pulled Drake up to his knees and threw him against his car. He got close to his face and talked in a low voice she couldn’t hear. Drake swallowed and shook his head back and forth. Zane grabbed Drake’s injured hand making the man squeal loudly. Zane said something else and then stepped away. He turned and walked back to her without looking back. Zane took her by the shoulders and looked closely into her face. “I could feel you three blocks away Sarah. You’ve got so much energy pulsing around you, you’re about to start flying.” Sarah groaned and felt her hands begin to shake. “I know, when I get like this, I can’t control it. I just keep spiraling up and up until I find a release for all of this energy. I don’t know what to do Zane. I’m supposed to be at work right now.” Zane nodded and took out his phone. He called his mom and put an arm around her shoulders sending his warm breeze around her body trying to calm her down. Instead it just made her hair crackle and kink and her body shake even more. “My mom says to take an hour and then come in. Let’s go. Where do you feel safest?” “My tree house.” “Let’s go there,” he said. “Can I take my jeep there or should we walk?” Sarah shuddered and glanced back at Drake who was now sitting in his car, staring at her and muttering to himself. “Both. Drive down Bracken Street and you can park