The boy shook his head vigorously and I believed him. I could sense that he was just trying not to get in trouble, but I could also tell that he was not just trying to cut the chain. The light he had on his hand didn't look like a cutting skill and it wasn't a melting skill either because there was no heat now that I was near him, so that meant he had to be doing something else. I glared at him and squeezed my hand around his neck, "What were you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing," he cried and I narrowed my eyes at him.
