Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

I launched the flare, watching it land on the platform, and all it took was a moment before a flame spouted and quickly spread. The fire coursed up to the Ferris wheel, lighting the bottom car and its old leather seat on fire, the flames rising and rising, traveling from car to car as the whole park lit up in a glow so tremendous that I needed sunglasses. The wind blew and the heat of the fire covered my face, and I closed my eyes, not sure if I wanted to cry or smile. Michael Crist, Kai Mori, Damon Torrance, and Will Grayson were going to have their secluded, seaside resort, because we lasted, and we were going to build something that would, as well. Heat rushed under my skin, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I was home. Tipping my head back, I belted out the loudest howl I could manage from deep in my stomach hearing the rest of them—the girls, too—join me as our fires spat and hissed around us, the whole fucking place going up in flames.