I was furious, my head was about to blow clear of my shoulders. Arle looked up at me with a blank stare, utterly confused as to why I wasn't frightened of her. If she had used her gifts she would have seen that I suffer from irrational fears, not rational ones, so while a giant elevator might send me screaming into the night, demon possession did nothing. But ripping my vintage Chanel would set me off into a apocalyptic explosion the world has never seen.