Excerpt: The Prophetess

“Would you mind explaining to me what’s going on here?” Alex demanded once she was on her feet. They're not the only ones who are insane, I think I lost a marble or two somewhere along the way here.
“You’re going to take a shower while I take Godric home, then we’ve got much to discuss,” Sebastian replied in the imperious tone he’d spoken with since arriving at this place.
“I don’t have to discuss anything with you,” Alex bristled at the tone he’d taken with her. “The only thing I have to do is go home. I have three children to raise, I can’t just go gallivanting off with strangers. You will not order me around like I’m some servant, I don’t give a damn what your station is within your strange community. I’m not yours to command. Now TAKE ME HOME!” The glass shattered in the small bathroom window behind her.
“No,” Sebastian didn't move, didn't even appeared phased. “And yes, you are mine to command. The only mages in this world that aren’t mine to command are my mother and father, since you are neither you are under my command.”
“I’m not a fucking mage! I’m a single parent that needs to get home!” The air seemed to pick up around her mirroring her anger as she spoke. The hamper flew from its place next to the door, the shower curtain ripped from it hooks. The room seemed like a virtual tornado with everything flying away from her except Sebastian. He stood as if undisturbed while their hair whipped around them.
“Are you quite finished?” Sebastian asked with apparent disregard. “You seem to have forgotten you gave me immunity to your powers when you were only a small child. Once given immunity it can’t be revoked regardless of whether or not you want to throw a temper tantrum.”
“Temper tantrum!” Alex screamed. The mirror behind him broke.
“Yes temper tantrum,” Sebastian responded. “Now will you please stop?”
“Stop!? I’m not doing this,” Alex sobered, realizing what he was accusing her of. “I don’t have control over the wind and your things going insane.” However, as her anger dissipated, the wind in the room stilled.
“Yes,” said Sebastian quietly. “You were, now I would appreciate if you fixed my mirror.”
“Funny,” said Alex. “I’m not carrying crazy glue on my barely clothed person, guess you’ll have to have Jeeves do it.”
“You don’t need crazy glue and his name is Michael.”
“Whatever. Kidnapping is illegal you know?”
“I do,” said Sebastian. “But I’ll be returning you home before anyone knows you’re gone so you can calm down. Now please fix the mirror.”
“And how do you suggest I do that?”
“Look at the mirror,” Sebastian commanded. “Concentrate on the pieces that litter the floor and counter top, picture the mirror as a reconstructed piece, a whole object, unblemished.”
“Very funny,” Alex said, putting one hand on her hip.
“Just do it.” Sebastian raked a hand through his dark curly hair.
I feel like just as much of a nut case as him. Does he honestly expect me to do that? What is this some kind of joke?
Alex looked at the pieces of glass on the floor and only because she wanted him to leave her alone, pictured the mirror whole. She screamed as the pieces of glass rose the the floor, flying toward where the mirror had been. The glass fell back to the floor.
“That’s not fixed. Are you quite finished with screaming in fear of your own actions?”
“That’s not supposed to happen,” Alex backed away from him. “Mirrors don’t fly and repair themselves.”
“And tornadoes do not take root in bathrooms either,” said Sebastian, “at least not on their own. Now that we’ve established that, fix the mirror.”
Stilling her quaking nerves Alex did as she was asked, her body shaking with fear as she watched, awestruck, while the mirror reconstructed itself as if it had never been broken.
“My God,” she said quietly. It's like I've stumbled into an episode of the twilight zone and I'm the unfortunate main character. I just wish this would stop, my head is pounding.