Eli was frustrated at Blaze, at himself, at the truth that he couldn’t bring back Mr. Carlysle. He growled and threw the blast of energy at the nearby building under construction. It burst through a panel of wood, leaving a large hole. Fire sparked, eager to consume.
Blaze raised a hand and the fire went out like a whimper. Eli glared at the dark sky, the rage in his blood made it hard to think. It felt like it was eating through him. He wanted a place to exorcise all of his hatred but it had nowhere to go.
Blaze would not fight him and Eli could find no satisfaction on repeatedly kicking a man when he was down. He was so done with feeling helpless. Eli took a seat on the grass. He closed his eyes, exhausted and wished this was all a bad dream.
“I’m sorry,” Blaze said. “I know it means nothing to you but I really am sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”