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Letting him go with a push, Gia put her hand out, sending the vial rushing back at John with her talent.
“You’re not supposed to be able to do that,” he grunted. “I carved that myself—from a shooting star that fell on sacred land in the Yukon. Your magic doesn’t work on non-terrestrial stones.”
She raised a brow. “Let me guess. You bought this meteorite online?”
His face tightened. John drew himself up to his unimpressive height. “I purchased it on eBay from a reputable vendor. Or so his ratings said. Is no one honest?” he asked, totally without irony.
“Well, I guess there’s only one thing left to do.” John unstopped the vial. For a moment, she thought he would try to throw it at her, but he surprised her by upending the entire mess on top of his own head. The sickly green dripped
