Abigail and Muñyirah quickly ran out of the front door of the restaurant, Muñyirah’s mind already prepared for the altercation to come-whether physical or mental. Abigail trailed behind her twin with the same vigor and determination, both angry, and both prepared for whatever was to come.
“You have no seconds to tell me why you’re here before I blast you to Zodiac hell!” Muñyirah growled, her eyes lit with the moon’s glow as her hands began to spark with a hazy blue energy.
Abigail, silent, stood next to her twin, the tips her fingers sparking with one like burning umber. She had nothing to say because in the end, she knew that she did not hate her father as much as her twin did, and she realized that Muñyirah had every right to feel this way. What Abigail realized, however, was that the
