Chapter 3

Not like Travis. Always hitting his head on the top of door frames. Big, oversized muscles. Clumsy hands and feet that tripped all over themselves. Brown eyes the color of wet bark and messy mop of hair just a shade lighter. Pale gold skin that burned in the summer. Thick-rimmed glasses and hearing aids that made him the target of many bullies when he was younger and hadn’t grown into his body yet. When he’d been weaker and unable to control his own magick.

“It was fine.” Travis sighed as he unpacked the rest of the groceries. “Just like it always is.”

“So, you won’t be arrested?”

“Nope.”

“What’d they say this time?”