"Who said you are pretty?" he said with a smirk, A laugh escaped when I heard him.
There was a frown formed on his forehead, surprised that I was laughing, as if he thought I would be angry.
My laughter stopped abruptly, he was right, he should have been careful with what he was saying.
With a flick of my hand tiny birds formed in midair, made of fire, there were five of them, chirping angrily. Asher leaned away from me staring in awe at the birds. They formed a line ready to attack their wings flared as smoke rose out of their bodies. They were beautiful. I stood from where I was sitting, I wanted to see him burn.
Does he think he can insult me? Did he think there would be no consequences? Without a second thought I sent them hurtling through the air, they were fast, faster than the wind, they went straight to him, he took a few steps back his eyes widening as they didn't slow their descent.
