Confrontation

My fist hurt from banging on Starla and Sam’s front door so hard, I should’ve used my magic to alert them that there was an angry mage at their front door instead of pounding my hand into the wooden frame like I was trying to punch through it, but it was too late now. I’d already managed to bruise the outside of my hand. I figured I could heal it later, but at the moment, I was so wrapped up in what I was about to do, the pain was more like a battle scar I would proudly wear and feel than a painful reminder that I don’t have to use my hands for these sorts of things.

No one was answering the door. I had convinced Ben not to come with me, even though he’d wanted to, but now I wished he was there so he could take over banging on the door for me. I knew that Starla and Sam were both inside. They were attempting to ignore me, and it was really pissing me off. I&rsquo