I turned back to Arthur with a raised eyebrow. He simply shrugged. My eyes rolled. Bartenders and their secrets. So, he was back then. I wasn’t hallucinating. “I hope you told him he’s an asshole,” I told Arthur. He laughed, giving me a slight nod. Holding the rose flat, I tried to call on my fire. I frowned and wrapped my fingers around it, extending them again. Burn. Breathe, Raven.
