Kar’s eyebrows hit his hairline, “He did?”
I nod.
“I hate to interrupt, but Neith, if you could be a dear and stop the storm of the century from raging around us, before you gain some unwanted attention, that would be fantastic,” Winston says with sass.
“Winston dear, would it not be a better idea for her to dial it back slowly rather than just stopping it. A storm of this magnitude just suddenly stopping would raise more eyebrows than it starting,” Senka points out her wispy body moving in a breeze that I realize isn’t touching us.
“Why isn’t the weather affecting us?” I ask.
“That would be something to do with you,” Raiden replies, smiling and looking curious as hell. “You’re stopping the weather from affecting us.”
There’s a loud cracking sound, and a branch snaps. Ransom holds up his hand and catches the branch before it can hit our van, and totally destroys it.
“Neith,” Winston says, his eyebrows rising.
“Shit, okay,” standing up, I have no idea why I was on the ground, but that does explain why Winston wasn’t as short as he normally is. To be honest, I just thought he’d grown.
“Nene,” Evander says, interrupting my wayward thoughts with a knowing smile.
“You don’t know me,” I retort with a smirk, and he bursts out laughing.
When another boom of thunder shakes the ground, I refocus. This is serious. My mind tried to make me think of entirely unserious subjects, but this time the Voices snap at me, and I don’t lose any more time.
Fortunately, it seems to be fairly intuitive.
Although it was my magic that caused this storm, it’s not my magic that is controlling it now, the magic of nature has well and truly taken over.
Following my instincts, I reach out to the storm with my magic, and I’m surprised by the sheer strength of it. As soon as my magic connects, whatever it was that was stopping the storm from affecting everyone else disappears.
My wings spread out behind me, holding me steady and stopping me from falling over.
Wings are fucking awesome.
I try asking nicely, but the storm is too strong, too enraged to listen, and is actually a pretty good representation of the turmoil that is inside me.
For a moment, I revel in it.
My arms spread wide, and I lift my face to the sky, the rain soaking me within seconds, and my smile widening.
I imagine an almighty boom of thunder, lightning streaking across the blackened sky, and my heart beats harder as the storm does what I imagined.
The storm is enticing. It calls to me, urging me to soothe the ragged emotions in my mind and soothe the edges of my torn soul.
Dimitri.
Boom.
Launching myself into the air, I know that I can’t let this storm rage on the ground anymore. It’s causing too much damage. I know that.
But I also can’t bring myself to let it go.
So, I take it with me, and I fly straight up, higher than I have ever flown before. Well out of the way of anything that might be flying up here, and then I stop.
My wings hold me steady as the storm spins and swirls around me.
Thunder rolls in deep rumbles that should scare me, but instead soothe me, rain falls in sheets soaking me completely, as the winds buffets around me while I hold steady.
This.
