Let him find his own light. I had ashes to deliver.
The embers of the campfire weren’t just light. They were mine . lily starfire pov
I finally turned to Kael. The firelight reflected in his eyes, two smaller versions of my own dominion. "You think I'm looking at it," I said, letting a spark jump the gap between the fire pit and my finger. It landed, warm as a kiss, then vanished. "I'm not looking at it. I'm listening ." Let him find his own light
"Looking at the campfire like it owes you rent." They were mine
"The truth," I said, finally standing up. The fire rose with me, a column of gold and rage that stretched twice as high as a man before I forced it back down with a flick of my wrist. Kael flinched. Good.