She jumped up again and wrenched open the door of the stove. She peered into its cold interior. “We’ll have to get this thing lit first,” she said. I focused, then blew gently in the direction of the kindling I had laid earlier. Tegan leaped backward as the fire burst into life. Despite myself, I was unable to conceal my amusement. Tegan slammed the firedoor shut and turned to frown at me. “Serious, you said. I’m lucky I’ve got any eyebrows left.”
