“Okay.” Madge snapped her fingers. Jo was right behind her. Madge grinned and tucked her black hair behind her ears. “Fight us. Two on one.”

“Trois. Deux. Un—GO!” Jo let out a growl as she charged for me.

I leapt forward, then ducked, throwing her head-first over my shoulder. Madge was hot on her heels, so I dropped down and swung my leg to sweep her feet out from under her. One second they were charging for me again, the next Jo soared into a group of about a dozen teens standing by the water fountain, taking them down like bowling pins. The water fountain broke off the wall, causing the pipe to burst and water to rush into the gym. Someone pulled a wand out and sealed it shut, but I noticed there was less interest in sparring with me after that.

Twenty minutes later, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or in my case, wanting to punch a wall or throwing in the towel all together. No one wanted to fight me because my magic kept exploding out of me, out of my control. I’d forced a handful of big guys to waddle to the infirmary with minor injuries. At least half the punching bags were either on the ground or turned into piñatas—or both. Half of the metal bleachers had melted into puddles on the ground. Tai definitely had a broken nose from my foot. Mei-Ling’s now orange hair was still smoking, though I had no idea why. Ava’s elbow was suspiciously swollen. The mats had blood and them, and I didn’t want to ask who it belonged to.

As my magic blasted Seamus in the face and sent him rolling across the floor like it was a hill, I decided maybe I needed to ask my Coven-mates for advice on this. I needed to spar, to fight, to get this energy out, but not at the expense of innocent people.

Seamus rolled like a tumbleweed right in front of Timothy, who just stopped and watched him go by with a frown. Then he looked up and his eyes widened. He was no doubt seeing the mess I made.

I grimaced. “I shouldn’t be here. I don’t know why I can’t control this today.”

Tim chuckled and walked over to me. “Actually, that’s perfect. Ready for that favor?”

My stomach tightened into knots. “Yeah? What is it? Please give me something to do that I can’t break.”

Tim grinned and looked to his left a split second before I felt a wave of raw energy sharper than electricity. Tennessee prowled into the gym dressed in his trademark all-black from hair to combat boots. The gold bands on his arm glowed like spotlights. Everyone in the gym gasped and just stared.

“Haven, over here!” Tim nodded to me. “That’s the favor I need.”

“I am confusion.”