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Nor could I depend on it to last. Whatever power was filling me might vanish as quickly as it had appeared. Then where would we be?
The attacker on the floor was still screaming, his body wracked with flames. I didn't want to look but I did anyhow, forcing myself to witness the destruction I had wrought. The man had turned onto his stomach and was trying to crawl away. But I could see it would be no use. His time was running out. His body was on fire from head to toe. I could smell burned flesh, hair turning to ash. He reached out a desperate hand and grabbed at the curtains. I watched in horror as flames licked up his hand and ignited the drapes, burning and spreading across the fabric more quickly then I would have thought possible.
I glanced at the pitcher of water on the dresser but knew it was not nearly enough to douse the flames. They would soon spread, moving across the walls, the carpet, the ceiling. It was only a matter of minutes.
We had to get out of there.
I crawled over to Draven and knelt beside him.
Unbelievably, he had slept through all of the noise. His face was pale and still taut with pain, his lips twisted in agony.
A scuffing sound from behind me told me another attacker had entered the room. I could smell the smoke from the curtains. Hear the crackle of flames as flesh and fabric burnt. My heart raced. A thousand questions flooded my brain. What should I do? How did I get us out? Where would we go once I did?
Before I could even think about it, I reached out a hand to touch Draven’s forehead.
Time slowed to a sluggish crawl.
I was frozen, my hand pressed to Draven's burning skin.
A wall of light and energy filled the room.
I heard the remaining windows around us crack and burst. The man who had just entered behind me let out a single primal scream of pain and terror and then was silent.
The room filled with a deafening roar.
And then a gust of air hit me, pushing me forward, knocking me onto Draven’s chest, with the force of a tidal wave.
The room around us was lit up as if a thousand candles burned within it. An aura of energy radiated outwards, surrounding us, surrounding me.
I heard a shattering, splintering noise and the wall to our left that held the bay window blew away. It simply blew away. As if it were a mere feather.
I suddenly felt afraid.
Of what? Of myself.
What lurked within me, concealed, and terrifying? What horrors waited to come out from inside of me?
This power had saved me, yes. But I knew better than to believe it was under my control.
I felt a current passing through me where my hand lay pressed against Draven's skin.
Something from me was moving into him. But the feeling went both ways.
I could feel Draven's pain, sense his injuries as clearly as if they were my own. My body was reacting of its own accord, the current flowing from me stronger and more focused, like a beam of light piercing through darkness.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The aura of light vanished.
We sat in a burning room, the crackling of the flames and the howling of the wind drifting through the opening where the wall had been the only sounds.
I sat in a daze, smoke billowing over me.
“Morgan.” I looked down to see Draven’s eyes were open. His voice was a harsh croak, as if rusty from years of disuse. “By the Three, what’s happened to you? Your arm is soaked in blood.” His eyebrows shot up. “The room. It’s on fire.”
“Yes, I don’t think your friend is going to want us back anytime soon,” I said weakly. “Do you think you can stand up?”
“Need a hand?” a male voice asked.
I whirled around to see a man perched on the ledge of one of the broken windows.
