Noah squeezed his eyes shut for a long moment, forcing the image of the brown-haired woman to dissipate into the back of his mind.
He quickly brushed the matter off. There was no time to dwell on his own embarrassment while his body was still being ravaged by the agony of the backlash.
He needed to focus on the reality of his situation and the fragile safety he had managed to secure for himself.
He couldn't help but think about how lucky he was that his mother and sister weren't around.
If they had been home, his secret would have been in immediate jeopardy.
His mother had gone to their farm earlier that morning to tend to the crops, a task that usually kept her occupied until the sun began to dip low in the sky.
Meanwhile, his younger sister was at school, safely tucked away in a classroom far from the violence and the ice mountains he had created.
It would have been terrible if they had seen him crash down from the lightning.
