"Hey!" Disbelief flashed on his face. "I wasn't laughing at you!"
"Right!"
To her astonishment, Matthew easily used his dark mist to dry himself. He chuckled then he lifted his eyebrow at her.
She immediately knew what was coming.
She got up and started running away from the cliffs.
Matthew might have liked her but she knew he can be very petty.
Her eyes widened when he noticed the black mist following her, almost catching up to her.
"No using magick!" she reasoned.
"That is not magick."
Then what the hell is that? She immediately regretted splashing his face with water. But it was too late. The mist wrapped around her ankles and pulled her.
She let out a squeal.
How could she let him have his way?
