Onyx stood defiantly between her two brothers as she met her father’s icy glare.
While she was a full head shorter than either of her brothers, she met her father’s anger with impassive silence.
“You could have hurt yourself or someone else,” he snarled. “You know better than to use magic.”
Onyx flinched inwardly, but she refused to let so much as a drop of emotion show. She had to practice if she was going to get better, and her instincts warned her she had to get better.