STELLA
Connor takes me into his hands in an attempt to carry me out of the room, but I raise my arm and put the fire down.
“I am sorry”, I mutter and then cough. It’s impossible to breathe in that room.
“Give me a sec”, my cousin puts me down and I feel a strong breeze take away the smoke that was left after the fire. Connor literally owns the air element. He looks around to see how damaged my room is and signs, turning to me. And that’s when his face frowns.
“What the f**k is this?”, he points at me and for a second I just look at him dumbfounded.
“What do you mean?”, I ask him and he pulls me to my bathroom, placing me in front of a mirror. And that’s when I see it. A huge black print in the shape of a palm right on my neck. Right where this Khayder guy was holding me jus
