FIRE WAS MAD... PERIOD.
It was evident with how the air around Tonya's feet heated up and carried some dried leaves in a tiny whirlwind.
It made the imprint on her chest stung.
His glare was intimidating, intense, and most of all... scorching hot.
"I said, who cast that fcking spell--"
"Lana, Wicca of West Street." She waved her hand to cut Fire's third angry scream off. Only God knew how hard it was for her to remain collected when both of her knees were shaking. The brute wasn't human after all, and she just completely learned about that last night. "I-I was so confused when you left, and I needed help." She swallowed. "So, I rode the train this morning and---"
"The spell's not letting me touch you. Did she do something?"
Her mouth froze when Fire's expressi
