Flynn looked ahead at the burnt trees, then at the broken necklace in his hands. After a fight with a certain vampire… he’d lost control. He’d decided to do something stupid. He knew he was going to regret it. He looked down at the necklace, it no longer held the power it once did. Whatever was inside… he’d let it loose. “Uh… I didn’t do it.” He said nonchalantly, trying to defend himself.
Rosemary looked at the now dead trees and then back at the boy who was holding a broken necklace. “Do I even want to know what the hell you just did? And don’t try to deny it again, it’s written all over your face.”