The flames behind me bowed low, as if in farewell. Then they snuffed themselves out, leaving Kael alone in the sudden, absolute dark.
Ashborne.
I finally turned to Kael. The firelight reflected in his eyes, two smaller versions of my own dominion. "You think I'm looking at it," I said, letting a spark jump the gap between the fire pit and my finger. It landed, warm as a kiss, then vanished. "I'm not looking at it. I'm listening ." lily starfire pov
"Doing what?" I kept my eyes on the flames. A tendril of heat curled toward my outstretched palm, not burning, just tasting . The flames behind me bowed low, as if in farewell
"You're doing it again," Kael said, not looking up from sharpening his knife. His voice was a flat stone skipping across the surface of my trance. I finally turned to Kael
My father's name. The man who had tried to drown me in a river because my first flame had singed his favorite cloak.
Let him find his own light. I had ashes to deliver.