Through the Fire by C.E. Murphy

Author:C.E. Murphy
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781613171929
Publisher: Miz Kit Productions

"Niiick!" Chris's yowl almost drowned out the shattering of glass. Freezing wind burst into the trailer, and Nick, far too late, thought about what he was doing.

It had been easy. So easy. Natural, comfortable, hardly even anger-driven. On one hand, he needed to be able to control the power without getting highly emotional. On the other, he needed to think about what he was doing, too. Either way, he just stood there with the biting wind whipping hair into his face and watching Dayton, whose own hair was suddenly wild and unkempt.

He had to hand it to her, though. She said, "Oh. That kind of freak," like he hadn't really done anything unusual at all. "Now fix it, it's fucking freezing in here already."

Embarrassment rushed Nick, heating his face again. "I don't know how."

"You just exploded the window for dramatic effect and you don't know how to unexplode it? Man, next time, like, I don't know, break an egg, not your house. Is that what happened to everything else in here?" Dayton stomped around the dividing wall to the living room, disappeared for a minute, and came back wearing one of Chris's hooded sweatshirts over her winter coat. It came to her thighs and dangled past her fingertips, making her look like a kid.

Chris made a not-great attempt to choke back a laugh. "You're adorkable, Day."

"Oh, fuck you. Where's everybody else? Will you please fix that window!"

"Don't look at me," Chris said to Nick. "That one's on you. Go get some plywood and I'll catch her up while you fix it. We'll be in the bedroom where it might be almost warm."

"Oh yay," Dayton muttered. "Just what I've always wanted, huddling in a bedroom with the Cassidy brothers." She turned on her heel and stomped back through the house, with Chris in her wake, claiming there were people who would pay good money for the opportunity she was dissing.

"It'd go faster if you'd stay and help hold the plywood!" Nick bellowed after them, and despite being unable to see them anymore, had the clear impression that Dayton flipped him off.

Ten minutes into trying to keep the goddamn board from slipping down the wall, he yelled, "Stay!" at it, and a thrum of grendel power lashed out to pin the wood in place. Nick's heart stuttered in his chest and the piece slipped again, but the second time he tried, with less anger and more intensity, it held. A stupid grin crawled over his face and he pointed a fingertip at a nail. "Bang!"

It shot through the wood. All the way through the wood, and out the other side. Nick grimaced and tried again, with less enthusiasm. The new nail tapped into place with a couple of finely honed strikes of power. He breathed a sound, almost a laugh, and tried again before trying to pick up several nails at once with the grendel power.

It almost worked, the nails falling like rain when his concentration wavered. He held his breath, trying again, and got several up and nailed in place that time.

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