"What are you?'' He shook my chair, almost making it fall back. He was angry. His eyes had changed color more than three times so far. I kept crying, begging, but all fell on deaf ears. "No one can heal like that.'' He grabbed my wrist, showing me. But there was no wound there.
"I'm sorry. I don't know. I don't...'' I cried, feeling suffocated. Everything was happening too fast. "There has to be some kind of mistake. Or a joke. There's no way..''
"You think this is a joke?'' He shakes the chair aggressively, Mia stands behind him, watching, silent.
"Please, please help me. He's crazy, and he'll kill me.''
"Don't talk about my brother like that!'' Mia jolts forward, but one look from Professor Declan has her pausing. He then turns to me, his eyes are bloodshot red, "You.. You're differe
