She was distracting him, and not in the way he usually found women distracting. That wasn't to say she wasn't hot- she was. It’s just that the little ball of electricity she was building between her hands in the passenger’s seat made him a tad nervous, and he hated to admit it. He kept telling himself that, as a guardian, she must have mastered the element. Except, said a niggling little annoying thought, the trickster temple, on principle and, from what he knew of Kitty, by apparent birth, never was stable. She certainly flaunted that trait to the extreme.
The hairs on the back of his arms waved to the static.
“Kitty,” he said, and he gripped the wheel tighter when the light flickered.
“Put it out,” he said, and he hoped she wouldn’t think it an order.
“‘Kay,” she said.
He relaxed a little as the atmosphere changed, but then realized it’d just gotten brighter. He could hear it hiss. The colour faded from his knuckles when he heard a small giggle.
To his credit, he didn’t swerve when she threw it out the windshield.