Bang!
The front door slammed so hard the walls seemed to shake. A couple of crooked paintings rattled against the plaster.
Aurelia strode in, boots thudding on the wooden floor like she was here to pass judgment.
Her black hair, usually tied back all neat, was a mess. A few strands sticking out like they'd been yanked on during the walk here.
Her blue eyes locked on Kyle, sharp enough to pin him in place.
Kyle, sprawled across the couch, didn't flinch. He had been tossing a mana crystal from hand to hand. The soft blue light flashing over his fingers.
He caught it mid-air, glanced up, and put on a lazy grin.
"Oh, hey, Sis. How's your day?"
Aurelia didn't answer. Her jaw was tight, shoulders stiff. She marched toward him, cloak swinging behind her like a storm cloud.
She reached the couch. She planted both hands on her hips, towering over him.
"Why?"
Her voice was sharp, clipped, like she was holding back from yelling.
Kyle blinked. Tilted his head.
"Uh… why what?"
