Lost in the Moment and Found (Wayward Children, #8)

by Seanan McGuire

Antsy’s anger got even bigger, burning in her chest like a candle. Candles start with small flames, but they can become house fires quickly enough if not watched carefully.

She was wearing more colors than Antsy knew could be worn at once, like she had looked at a rainbow once, and thought, “Oh, much too subtle.”