I ran my hands over the top of his bare chest. I c****d my head to the side and rested my hand over the wound. The smell of the silver burning the outer part of his skin filled my nostrils. My nose crinkled at the smell violating the air. A smell I will not be forgetting any time soon, unfortunately.
My hand vibrated and I closed my eyes, humming as my fingers made a pulling motion over his chest. I pulled upward as I visualized the bullet lodged in his chest. I winced at the silver as my magic wrapped around it. It was just a dull throb, nothing I couldn't push through.
I winced slightly again at the dull pain and pulled my hand upward, as if I was physically holding the bullet. The bullet slowly came out of Rykers body, soon dancing in the air. I moved my hand to the right, the bullet
