BRIANNA’S POV
My breath came in ragged gasps as I glared at the man before me. His face was eerily calm, but I could see the flicker of something behind his eyes—guilt? Fear? I didn’t care.
My hands trembled with rage as I demanded one more time, “Who are you? What did you do with my father?”
The man sighed and got to his feet slowly. He raised his hands in mock surrender “Brianna, I can explain—”
“No!” I snarled.
Power spread through me and I could feel my veins light up with fire. A crackling heat formed between my palms, growing hotter and brighter. “I don’t want your lies! Tell me the truth or burn!”
Before he could react, I hurled the fireball straight at him. He barely had time to brace before the flames collided with his chest, sending him flying backward into a tree. His scr
