Bree's POV
The air in the room began to rise as my powers flowed through my veins. Jaden stood with his eyes widened, scrambling for anything to hold onto as the wind I conjured threatened to move him along with the other things.
Things began to fall off the table, the clothes hung in the wardrobe whipped around. Even the bed trembled vehemently in my presence but the contract? Somehow, it managed to remain in place which was a good thing.
At least, I wouldn't need to look for it when it was time to burn it up.
Holding onto the large wooded table, Jaden glanced at me in shock as his mouth remained open. “What is going on?” He asked, squinting his eyes in his quest to understand his surroundings but it only reminded me that I hadn't done what I intended.
Whilst he scrambled to find his
