Wicked (The Drake Chronicles Book 1) by Clover Donovan

he’s famous, you know.” Adam stood up and glowered at Logan. You could tell that they couldn’t stand each other.
     
    Logan sucked in his cheeks and his face flushed red.
     
                  “I know who he is, dickhead,” Logan snapped.
     
                  “Oh please, your ignorance is hilarious. You haven’t been to Elsmere in years; you’re stuck here just like your father. So don’t pretend that you know anything when you barely even knew how to kill a damn hellhound,” Adam retorted.
     
                  Logan’s hand flew out and sent Adam across the room, crashing into a large grandfather clock. Ethan ran over to where Adam lay and turned back to Logan.
     
                  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Ethan snapped. But before Logan could reply, Adam rose from the ground, covered in glass with a large gash in the middle of his chest. Ethan could see through the shirt and saw that it was deep.
     
    Chills ran down his spine. Adam held his right hand up, his fist closing in as if he were crushing up a piece of paper. Logan snatched his throat with both hands and fell to his knees, the whites of his eyes turning blood red.
     
    The look on Adam’s face was chilling and dark.  His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he tightened his fist.
     
    Enraged and fed up, Emma stared down at the broken glass behind Adam and compelled the glass to rise from the ground.
     
    Everything went quiet and all she could hear was the steady beat of her heart. A cool sensation rushed through her veins and it felt disturbingly enjoyable. This wasn’t right. None of this felt right.
     
    Ethan saw what she was doing. Swiftly he averted the glass away from Adam. Emma’s mouth fell open in disbelief as the sensation vanished and she realized exactly what she was doing.
     
    The glass shot into the air and landed like daggers in the loveseat that sat in front of the fireplace. Emma stopped her spell and looked to Ethan.
     
                  “Don’t ever screw with me again,” Adam released Logan from his power. Logan grabbed onto a chair, using it as a crutch as he slowly lifted himself from the ground.
     
                  “Get out of my house,” Logan growled, holding his throat.
     
                  “Gladly, after I clean myself up, of course,” Adam sneered and Logan turned away, Emma holding him by his back.
     
    She turned her head and looked at her brother. He was staring at her as if she had tried to kill him . Guilt washed over her as she opened her mouth to say something.
     
                  “Don’t,” Ethan snapped. Emma’s eyes welled up with tears and she shook her head. She hadn’t meant to hurt Adam, but her power had seemed to take on a mind of its own.
     
    Could that have been a fraction of her dark blood? If it had been, she never wanted to experience that feeling again. It was enthralling but felt wrong in so many ways.
     
                  “I didn’t mean to-”
     
                  “I said don’t . You could have killed him, Emma. What the hell is wrong with you?” Ethan yelled across the room.
     
    Logan spun around.
     
                  “Don’t talk to your sister like that.”
     
                  “Shut the hell up, this is none of your damn business.”
     
                  “ Stop this foolishness! ”
     
    They all turned to find Bennett standing in the archway of the living room. The firelight on his face gave him a devilish glow.
     
                  “I’m ready to go,” Ethan said, tearing his eyes from his sister.
     
                  “I will see you off in a bit. Adam, if you ever disrespect my house again I will report you to the council and have your powers stripped, do you understand?”
     
                  “Yes. I understand,” Adam said, his jaw fixed and his eyes