Chapter 4: Arlo, Strongest Man Around Here
Noah sighed, stepping aside and motioning for Arlo to come in.
The blindfolded man strolled inside like he owned the place, hands in his pockets, exuding an easy confidence that Noah couldn’t decide was earned or just pure arrogance.
Arlo glanced at the shattered doorway. "Quite the mess you’ve made. Here, let me fix that."
With a snap of his fingers, the broken door suddenly lifted off the wall. The wood creaked as if rewinding through time, splinters reassembling themselves.
In mere seconds, the door stood back in its original place, looking exactly as good as it had before Noah had punched it off its hinges.
Noah’s brows shot up. "Okay, I’m going to need you to explain how the hell you just did that."
Arlo grinned, dramatically tossing his silver hair back despite the fact that his blindfold should have made it impossible for him to gauge Noah’s reaction. "Magic, obviously. But in this case, a very specific kind."
Noah crossed his arms. "I swear, if you tell me it’s the power of friendship, I’m throwing you out the window."
Arlo laughed. "Close! But no. I did it because I’m a chimera. And so are you."
Noah narrowed his eyes. "Chimera? Like the freaky lion, goat, snake creature?"
"You guys have that too? I’ll be damned." Arlo asked, awe in his voice.