Natalie~
Panic isn't really my thing anymore—not since Jasmine showed up and reminded me who the hell I am. But the second Griffin hit the ground, limp and drenched in blood like a felled tree, my heart punched against my ribs, and panic shoved its way through the front door without knocking.
"Fox!" I yelled, dropping beside him so fast my knees burned. Griffin's blood soaked straight through my jeans, warm and terrifying. My hands trembled, glowing with that soft, signature shimmer… but the magic? It wouldn't flow. My thoughts were a wreck, and the power needed clarity, not chaos.
"Towels—water—anything—just move!"
"I got it," Fox called back, his voice tight—but weirdly calm. Too calm.
Then with a single snap of his fingers—
Poof. The blood vanished.
No sparks. No dramatic pulse of energy. Just... nothing. Like the mess had never existed.
