Protected
I retorted, my hand glowing orange.
Xander’s eyes widened as he looked to Jarren for an explanation. Jarren took his next shot before placing his pool stick on the table.
“Stop it, Piccolo,” Jarren stated, walking over to me and turning me around before urging me to start walking.
“What in the hell?” Xander questioned behind me as he fell into step with Jarren, I assumed.
“You knew she could do that,” he stated as if he was talking to a child.
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t know you’d taught her how to control it. Why the hell would you do that?”
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