The fire nestled between my fingers, never burning, but pulling at something I’d suppressed for reasons I couldn’t bear to admit. Closing my eyes, I stepped forward, letting the flame curl around my arm as I relished its touch while whispers in my mind begged the fire to consume me... “Hope I'm not interrupting anything,” Adrian said, startling me. “Son of a Baptist preacher!” I shouted, yanking my hand away from the fireplace so hard, the momentum turned my body, and I tripped over my own feet, landing on my ass with a resounding thud. Some supernatural I was.
