In one fluid motion, he slings the ball of electricity at me. Seeing it coming this time, I catch it. Though I feel a mild zing through my hand, it’s gone the moment I close my hand into a fist, snuffing the ball of energy out with a sizzle.
I look over at Ayawamat, his jaw tense and eyes filled with contempt as he glares at me. I let out a deep sigh, and for once, fight off the urge to put up my usual stoic wall, the lethargy weighing on me making it easier to do.
“I didn’t come here to fight or cause problems,” I assure him, my palms held up in surrender.
He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Then what the f**k are you doing here exactly?” he demands in a clipped tone.
I’m accustomed to being hated, but I think this is the first time I have been hated by someone I’ve
