The War.

Chapter 41: Doubt..?

thank you to shivianmentionedd and mi4lottes1x   for the help and ideas x

forgive me again for making marjorie such a bitch

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"Seriously, Mia?!" Marjorie yelled, her voice laced with panic as she stared at the roaring flames in front of her. The fire crackled wildly, consuming everything in its path, and her heart pounded in her chest. Her breathing quickened, her hands trembling with both fear and anger. "This is out of control!" She glanced around frantically, trying to think of something—anything—that could stop it before it spread further.

Mia, standing beside her, casually inspected her nails, her face completely unfazed by the chaos. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Relax, honestly, it's not a big deal."

Marjorie's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Not a big deal? There's a fucking fire!" Her voice rose, nearing hysteria as she pointed to the flames that were rapidly devouring the room.

Mia shrugged, still annoyingly calm. "Yeah, I can see that." She smirked, almost as if enjoying how rattled Marjorie was getting. "But stressing out won't fix it."

Before Marjorie could respond, Winter appeared from the hallway, his expression set in calm determination. Without a word, he raised his hand, sending a gust of icy wind toward the flames. Within seconds, his ice manipulation powers took control, freezing the fire and extinguishing it in a flurry of frost and snowflakes. The room grew eerily silent as steam rose from the charred remains of the fire.

Marjorie exhaled in relief, her knees buckling as the immediate danger subsided. She leaned against the wall, catching her breath. "Thank you, Winter," she said between gasps, her voice shaky but grateful. She turned toward Mia, her eyes flashing with anger. "You see that? There was an actual fire, and you just stood there."

Mia raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Yeah, no, I actually didn't know that," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes yet again. Her tone was dripping with mockery.

Marjorie's frustration boiled over. Her face flushed red with anger, and she clenched her fists tightly at her sides. "Could you shut up for once?!" she snapped, her voice cold and biting, every word laced with the sharp edge of her fury.

Mia cocked her head slightly, a lazy grin spreading across her face. "No."

That single word, delivered with such nonchalance, was like gasoline on the fire inside Marjorie. She stared at Mia, incredulous. "Do you ever take anything seriously?"

Mia crossed her arms, leaning casually against the wall as if the last few minutes had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "No. Especially when it comes from you." she said, looking Marjorie up and down.

Marjorie watched Mia walk away, her fists clenched at her sides. The frustration boiled under her skin, but she kept her composure, even though every fiber of her being wanted to snap back. Reece placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly as a silent reminder to let it go.

"She can't keep acting like this, Reece," Marjorie muttered, still staring at where Mia had disappeared.

"I know, but it's Mia. She won't listen to you, not directly anyway."

"Then maybe Charlotte can finally do something about her," Marjorie said, her voice colder than usual. "She's the only one Mia respects. If anyone can get her to stop acting like a spoiled brat, it's Charlotte."

Reece sighed. "Good luck with that. You know how protective Charlotte is. She'll defend Mia no matter what."

Marjorie's eyes narrowed. "That's exactly the problem. Mia walks all over her, and Charlotte lets her. But this time, I won't just let it slide. This fire—this recklessness—it's dangerous. She's going to get someone hurt if we don't do something."