Chapter 18. Flirting Without Assisting Has an Ugly Effect on You

Elena’s POV

As a creature of the night, a dangerously low degree temperature such as ten degrees Celsius and below is considered a norm. A strong wind blew through the room with a powerful passion, slamming doors so hard like a chaotic drum beat — a marching band with no finger making them want to fall off their hinges, ruffling everyone’s hair, and controlling every single object in the room.

It is air filled with passion, a drive that powers onwards. My muscles stiffened as I watch Lindsay close her eyes in focus and passionately chant incantations. Her once fragile body stood up at attention and her fingers swayed the wind expertly. The once sunny cloud was hurriedly replaced with a grey sky that channeled our emotions and present predicament to the universe.

Lindsay picked a whitish powdered-looking s*******e and drew a cross on our foreheads. The wind intensified, howling like some horror movie opener and every atom of light in the room was usurped by magic, m