believe he would just stand there and let someone kill him.
Dad moved his hand to his throat and pulled a long chain up from around his neck. The chain had a small vial of something red inside it.
Pyke's face flooded with colour at the sight of the red vial. He bolted toward Dad with all haste, but Dad had already tipped the contents down his throat and swallowed. Flinging his hands out, a sudden gust of wind erupted from Dad's hands, blowing Pyke clear across the yard and into a tree. Dad turned his focus toward Mia who was about to take a breath when he shot a gust of wind at her, too. She flew backward, straight into the Ute's side window, shattering it. As she fell to the ground, glass showered down on her.
Dad thrust his hands at his feet and wind tore away the ice binding him to the ground. He ran toward me, reaching down to help me up. My eyes were locked on him and he must have seen how clearly afraid and confused I was.
"It's okay." I read the words from his lips. Though Mia wasn't screeching anymore, I still couldn't hear. "I'll explain later."
He guided me to the Ute, tossing Mia aside, and opened the passenger door. Two spears of ice struck at the door, missing my head by inches. They shattered on impact, shards of ice leaving small cuts over my arms and neck.
I looked out over the yard and spotted Pyke crouched in a kneeling position, teeth barred and a look of fury in his eyes. He lunged into a sprint and Dad, in turn, dashed toward Pyke. I was left standing in stunned silence, holding onto the Ute's door frame for support.
Pyke shot another two spikes of ice at Dad's head, but with a punch of his fist they shattered in the gale-force winds erupting from his hands.
The ringing noise started to subside. I could hear the pounding of the rain and the crack of thunder from the storm, but everything was still slightly muffled. I rubbed my ears, clearing out the blood in an attempt to hear better.
I saw Mia stir into consciousness, her head lolling about. I didn't want her screeching at me again so I bent down and gave her a swift blow to the head. She stopped moving.
I looked up just in time to see Dad punch Pyke in the face. It must have been a punch wind power combo, because it knocked Pyke back with such force his heels left a trail in the mud.
Dad turned to me. "Kyra," he said.
"I know. Get in the car," I replied, almost smiling. We'd actually fought them off. I had no clue how everyone seemed to have magical powers, but the important thing was that Dad had stopped them.
I slid into the passenger seat and watched Dad walk toward me through the windscreen. The raindrops blurred my vision so I leaned over to start the car and turned the wipers on. I sat back up, catching sight of Dad, mere metres away—but he wasn't the only one I saw. Standing in the driveway was another figure, not Mia and not Pyke.
Terror rippled from my body, making it difficult to scream as the figure came up behind my father.
Chapter Eight
"Dad, look out!"
I didn't think he heard exactly what I said, but he knew something was wrong. Dad turned to see what I was screaming about, but the figure was already behind him.
It was a boy, older than me, maybe nineteen, with hair that shone blond despite being drenched and a face with an amazing chiselled jawline. He was scary angelic, and I hated that I thought he was hot.
He grabbed Dad from behind in a bear hug, pulling Dad's arms back so he couldn't use them. Dad flicked his head back to knock the boy in the face with a headbutt, but the boy simply let go of Dad so as not to get hit.
The pair circled one another, watching and waiting for the other to make a move. Dad punched out several gusts of wind, but the boy dodged them with elegant ease.
Their standoff seemed to go on and on. Dad attacked, and the boy dodged like a dancer with nimble feet.
"I know what you're doing."
My hearing had improved significantly after clearing the
Dad moved his hand to his throat and pulled a long chain up from around his neck. The chain had a small vial of something red inside it.
Pyke's face flooded with colour at the sight of the red vial. He bolted toward Dad with all haste, but Dad had already tipped the contents down his throat and swallowed. Flinging his hands out, a sudden gust of wind erupted from Dad's hands, blowing Pyke clear across the yard and into a tree. Dad turned his focus toward Mia who was about to take a breath when he shot a gust of wind at her, too. She flew backward, straight into the Ute's side window, shattering it. As she fell to the ground, glass showered down on her.
Dad thrust his hands at his feet and wind tore away the ice binding him to the ground. He ran toward me, reaching down to help me up. My eyes were locked on him and he must have seen how clearly afraid and confused I was.
"It's okay." I read the words from his lips. Though Mia wasn't screeching anymore, I still couldn't hear. "I'll explain later."
He guided me to the Ute, tossing Mia aside, and opened the passenger door. Two spears of ice struck at the door, missing my head by inches. They shattered on impact, shards of ice leaving small cuts over my arms and neck.
I looked out over the yard and spotted Pyke crouched in a kneeling position, teeth barred and a look of fury in his eyes. He lunged into a sprint and Dad, in turn, dashed toward Pyke. I was left standing in stunned silence, holding onto the Ute's door frame for support.
Pyke shot another two spikes of ice at Dad's head, but with a punch of his fist they shattered in the gale-force winds erupting from his hands.
The ringing noise started to subside. I could hear the pounding of the rain and the crack of thunder from the storm, but everything was still slightly muffled. I rubbed my ears, clearing out the blood in an attempt to hear better.
I saw Mia stir into consciousness, her head lolling about. I didn't want her screeching at me again so I bent down and gave her a swift blow to the head. She stopped moving.
I looked up just in time to see Dad punch Pyke in the face. It must have been a punch wind power combo, because it knocked Pyke back with such force his heels left a trail in the mud.
Dad turned to me. "Kyra," he said.
"I know. Get in the car," I replied, almost smiling. We'd actually fought them off. I had no clue how everyone seemed to have magical powers, but the important thing was that Dad had stopped them.
I slid into the passenger seat and watched Dad walk toward me through the windscreen. The raindrops blurred my vision so I leaned over to start the car and turned the wipers on. I sat back up, catching sight of Dad, mere metres away—but he wasn't the only one I saw. Standing in the driveway was another figure, not Mia and not Pyke.
Terror rippled from my body, making it difficult to scream as the figure came up behind my father.
Chapter Eight
"Dad, look out!"
I didn't think he heard exactly what I said, but he knew something was wrong. Dad turned to see what I was screaming about, but the figure was already behind him.
It was a boy, older than me, maybe nineteen, with hair that shone blond despite being drenched and a face with an amazing chiselled jawline. He was scary angelic, and I hated that I thought he was hot.
He grabbed Dad from behind in a bear hug, pulling Dad's arms back so he couldn't use them. Dad flicked his head back to knock the boy in the face with a headbutt, but the boy simply let go of Dad so as not to get hit.
The pair circled one another, watching and waiting for the other to make a move. Dad punched out several gusts of wind, but the boy dodged them with elegant ease.
Their standoff seemed to go on and on. Dad attacked, and the boy dodged like a dancer with nimble feet.
"I know what you're doing."
My hearing had improved significantly after clearing the
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