My magic threatened to erupt. “Pull over.”
Nate ignored me.
“Pull over, or I fry the engine.” Energy balled between my shaking hands.
He complied. “Why not threaten to kill me?”
“Unvarnished truth? You wouldn’t care as much.”
“Call Kaia. There has to be another way.” I slammed the door, walked away. Magic released left a blackened crater.
“Feel better?” Nate asked when I got back in.
I opened my mouth to answer. He popped a cold stone onto my tongue. Both muscles and magic went dead.
“I’m sorry. Really.”
Unable to answer, I began devising suitable retribution.