I braced myself for my parents as they ran over to me. My father got to me first, his battered body once again healed and fully clothed. “If you ever do that again, I swear to the Goddess Amy Maclean I will kill you myself.” His tight grip felt a little suffocating, but I was ripped from his arms.
My mother’s hands floated over every inch of my body, making sure I was intact. Her right hand was healed, her fingers still missing down at the first knuckle. I grabbed her hand and looked it over. “Will they grow back?” I looked at her face, and she just shrugged.
“I’ve never lost a finger before, so I don’t know.” She pulled her hand back and pointed at me. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“What spell was that?” My dad shook his head. “I’ve never seen lightning like that before.”
I shoo
