Chapter Twenty-one

Diego's POV

I quickly drove out of the countryside, away from Ariel's house, smelling like burnt chicken, with my clothes half burnt in such a way that it seemed as if I was hastily roasted above fire. My whole body was hurting like hell, and my legs were still shaking, as if they were still subjected to electric shock. I barely got through the traffic in Central City, but at last, I made it home.

I managed to walk to my room, almost crippled by the effect of the lightning and with the way it threw me to the ground, and on getting to the standing mirror in my room, I was aghast at how my electrified hair all stood, puffy, large, and hanging everywhere, making me look like revolutionary model on a runway, showcasing a sense of fashion that will never be practiced by normal individuals.

I took a shower and came out of the bathroom, got into my pyjamas and climbed onto my bed. Thoughts of Malia filled my mind, and I couldn't fall asleep. I was nervous about her safety