Page 66 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
I drop my arms, my fist clenching. “Excuse me?”
“It was a year or so ago.” She tilts her head. “But I sure haven’t forgot.”
Fury licks up my spine. Of course she has. That’s why they’re so familiar.
“Those big hands.” She tilts her head the other way. “I can still practically feel the way his…”
“Stop,” I say, my voice low.
“Why? It’s just girl talk.” She shrugs. “Tell me I’m not right? He fucks hard.”
“Stop it!” I scream just as my arms push out to shove at her chest.
She steps away and I stumble forward, my hands balling tight. My neck burns. My heart aches.
“Let it out,” Frankie says. “Let it go, Raven.”
I stand up straight and scream. My lungs vibrating with rage. The rage of her having him. The rage of being lied to by my family. The truth of what I am. My lungs clench from the scream and when I stop, a circle of fire forms around Frankie. My eyes widen and I back up on instinct.
“Shit! Frankie!” I gasp.
The look on her face isn’t of fear, it’s of pride.
“Good.” She stands casually in the middle of the flames. “Now put it out.”
“What do you mean?” I reach up and tug at my roots. “I don’t have water!”
Panic soars, but she calmly lifts a hand. “Use your mind.”
I close my eyes and let the words stampede across my brain.Put it out. Put it out.
“Raven.”
I crack open an eye.
She stands on the dirt. No fire.
“Fucking hell,” I gasp. “What the….”
Frankie laughs. Full on laughs. “Told you. Anger.”
I glare at her and tug off my hoodie. I’m sweating profusely now.
“Oh, and Raven.” She lifts a brow. “Just so we’re clear. I’ve never slept with Locke. I just needed you pissed.”
“Well, you succeeded, “I deadpan. “I could have burned down the entire forest.”
She runs her fingers through her short strands. “Honestly the best way to practice is in the real world.”
“The real world?” I fan my face.
Why am I so damn hot? It’s fifty degrees outside.
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “My bar.”
“You own a bar?”
“The Brew House.”
