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“Yes.”
“Without them knowing what you are?”
“Yes.”
“And if they display the traits of a full Elemental, what will you do?”
She licked her lips. “Kill them.”
His hands went still. “Wrong answer.”
She flung herself back in her chair and rolled her eyes. “Report back to you.”
“Good girl.” He snapped the magazine into the gun and slid it across the table to her. “Now get dressed. We have work to do.”
CHAPTER 2
The gun clicked empty, and Hunter swore.
A laugh in the darkness, somewhere ahead of him. “You thought I’d take a chance with it loaded?”
Then his bedroom door slammed and footsteps were pounding up the steps to the main level.
His mother was upstairs. His grandparents.
Kerosene. Match. Whoosh.
Hunter didn’t have the power to stop a fire by himself—and he’d done a pretty good job killing any sort of friendship with the one guy he knew who could.
He flung the door wide and sprinted up the stairs.
And there was Casper, his German shepherd, flopped out in the front hall, snoring loudly.
Hunter couldn’t really blame him. He’d been fooled by Calla once, too.
Glass was breaking in the kitchen, then something heavy crashed to the floor. Hunter darted through the foyer as more glass broke. What were they doing? Flinging dishes at the floor?
Yes, that’s exactly what they were doing. Calla was sweeping her hand along the counter as she headed for the door, sending ceramic canisters and the glass cutting board onto the floor. A guy Hunter didn’t recognize shoved the baker’s rack away from the wall, sending pots crashing to the ground. The table was overturned already, and shattered glasses and plates littered the floor.
Hunter wasn’t sure what to do. The gun was still downstairs—not like it mattered. It was empty, and besides, he couldn’t exactly shoot them for breaking dishes.
At least she wasn’t starting a fire.
Calla pulled a knife from the wooden block on the counter—then flung the block at the floor. Half the steak knives skittered free and landed among the rest of the mess. She dragged the blade along the wallpaper by the door. “Need more convincing?”
God, his head hurt, and the whack to his skull downstairs was only part of it. “Get out of here, Calla.”
“Or what? You can’t do anything to me, Hunter. I’m not working alone, you know. I’m not the only one who can start fires.”
Hunter glanced at her friend by the door. Dark hair, pale skin, a little on the skinny side. Close to their age, if not a little younger. Totally not familiar, but Hunter had only been in school here for a few weeks, so that didn’t mean anything.
The guy noticed Hunter’s scrutiny and grinned, though it looked a little crazed. He flipped hair out of his eyes. “Maybe we should start a little one, let you know we’re serious.” Then he shoved the microwave off the counter. It hung from its cord for a long moment, then jerked free and crashed to the floor.
Hunter heard a muffled curse from upstairs, then the floorboards creaked.
His grandfather.
Hunter felt pretty sure an adult wouldn’t help this situation.
