Anger swirled, turning her hair the exact shade of burning flames. They didn’t see fire shoot out of her scalp and cascade down her shoulders. They were so engrossed with their conversation and the guilt of what they’d done that they never noticed. Just like they never detected her slipping something in their drinks.
They began to disappear. Color drained from their skin and hair. It reached everything they touched.
Soon they became line drawings, scribbles in someone’s notebook.
Kayla changed with them. She didn’t want anyone to suspect anything. Not until she had them completely under her control.
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