My hands won’t stop shaking. Even after Mr. Moore disappears into the crowd, even after the wind settles and the booth stops rattling, even after Noah steps in front of me like a shield, my body is still buzzing with something wild and electric.
Magic. Fear. Both. I know magic isn’t real… but something inside me disagrees. All I know is that I scared people. Again. Noah turns toward me the second Mr. Moore is out of sight. His eyes sweep over my face like he’s checking for injuries, even though he saw exactly what happened.
“Raven,” he says softly, “hey… look at me.”
I try. I really do. But my breath is still too fast, and my fingers are clenched so tightly around the table that my knuckles ache.
“I didn’t mean to,” I whisper. “I don’t know what that was. I didn’t...”
“Hey.” Noah step
