“Oh, please,” scoffed Niya. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about what to do with someone like me.” “On the contrary.” Alōs’s glowing stare grew dark. “I could think of too many things to do with you, my fire dancer. Especially regarding my crew.” The room grew incredibly hot incredibly fast. “Not if there is no longer a ship to keep them.” Orange sparks jumped between Niya’s bound fingers, and the pirate chuckled a dark laugh of delight. Do your worst, he seemed to say.
