Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven

50. Chapter 50

Chapter fifty

Raven

T his was the first time I had been in Frankie’s bar and honestly it had a great vibe. I haven’t had the energy to go out since Bethany, but surrounded by three pretty amazing girls, I let myself be. Tonight was about letting go of my grief. My guilt. My anger. My old life. Tonight was about embracing the new Raven. In the hour we had been here I’d managed to slide a shot glass down the bar with a subtle movement of my finger and when we were dancing, I gave one girl just the right nudge she needed to fall into the man she had been making eyes at all night. I was learning that having this power wasn’t a bad thing. It didn’t make me evil. What it made me was someone who had the tools to make situations better. Or worse.

I was on the path to being a witch with morals when we step out onto the sidewalk into the crisp night air. But all of my morals went flying right out the window when I saw the blonde prancing down the sidewalk. Sasha.

Some guy behind us calls Autumn’s name, and she excuses herself for a moment while we wait against the building. Sasha must have been coming from the restaurant next door. She was dressed in her signature clothing that was too tight and too revealing.

“Raven.” She says my name with a distain that can’t be missed. “Presley.” She says next with a smile.

“Sasha.” I responded as dryly as possible.

Her lip tilts up to smirk. “I was just heading out. Locke asked me to meet up with him.”

She’s baiting me. Presley squeezes my arm and Frankie mutters. “This bitch.” Under her breath.

I knew she was lying. I knew where Locke was. He was with Declan, Nyko, and Zander. Not meeting up with her.

“Seems like a waste, Sasha. I hear he’s seeing someone.”

She clicks the key fob on her car, and the one next to her on the curb flashes its lights.

Her eyes narrow. “Not if I have anything to do with it.”

Her threat was subtle, but it was there, causing a new wave of anger to spike, filling every pore on my skin. It felt good. I felt alive. And with one flick of my eyes and one snap of my fingers that rested at my side, the hood to Sasha’s brand new Mercedes Benz erupted in orange flames.

Presley gasps and Frankie barks out a manic laugh. Sasha’s high pitch scream stole the attention of other residents lingering in downtown as she flailed her arms in the air like a deranged chicken. We all watched as she circled the car, trying to fan out the flame. I figured I’d let the fire department take this one.

“Help me!” She shrieks.

I glance at Frankie, who just shrugs with indifference. Presley leans in close to my ear. “Are we going to call 911?”

I smile. “Nope.”

I let me feet carry me over to Sasha and lean in close as her eyes widen. “Let this be your only warning.”

She gasps, her hand flying to her chest as the fire department pulls up.

“She did this!” She accuses.

“I never touched your car.”

“What the hell happened?” Callum storms up to us with Hendrix hot on his heels.

“You’d have to ask them.” Frankie points to the fire chief who waves Callum over.

“Don’t move," he commands before walking across the street.

I don’t miss the way Frankie flips him off as he goes.

Hendrix glances around, and his jaw ticks when he see’s Autumn.

“Hendrix!” A man calls his name from up the sidewalk.

“Shit. This is a costumer,” he points a finger. “Do not move.”

When he walks away, I’m almost ready to call it a night until I move my gaze back to Autumn. The tall man in a beanie that she’s been chatting with suddenly grabs her by the arm and shoves her against the building.

“Who is that?” I ask.

Frankie leans around me to look at him. “Her douche bag boyfriend.”

My feet move before my mind has time to catch up.

“Raven!” Presley calls.

Frankie appears at my side as I’m halfway up the walk. “You can’t set him on fire, Raven.”

“I’m not.” I glance at her. “Can you render him unconscious?”

She stares at me for a moment, but when he shoves Autumn again, her eyes flare.

“Get the car.”