Rafael
Stepping out of my sweatpants, I turn the faucet on my en suite shower and sigh contentedly. I know I can use magic to clean myself, but nothing beats the feeling of warm water massaging the skin. An odd feeling passes over me as I’m about to step inside. Focusing on my power, I hear Everly crying.
Sliding back into my sweatpants, I rush to the guest bathroom and knock on the door. Trepidation spreads through me when she doesn’t answer. Flashing inside, I find her curled up on the floor, crying. She doesn’t notice my presence as she continues to cry. Her phone’s screen is open to a news feed reporting Franco’s death.
“They left him like garbage on the side of the road near the club district,” she cries as she gazes back at me through blurry eyes.
Sitting closer, I slide my hand
