*Mae*

Raveena struck first with a dark purple whip of lightning aimed for Mae’s chest. Mae’s eyes widened as she had her first taste of what Raveena could do. It wasn’t like what her grandmother had taught her.

Mae ducked quickly behind the table and was showered with the debris falling from Raveena’s smashed bookshelf. Something that had been in a jar boiled on the floor next to her, sinking through the wooden planks and down to the hard ...