THE SUCCEEDING EVENTS flowed one after another so quickly that I had no time to dwell on Ginger’s highly illegal act. First a fireball of flames licked against my skin. Then I was being pulled through the open doorway by Hunter’s iron grip, outside air brushing my cheeks as I half-fell, half-ran down the steps and off the porch.
The world exploded. Brilliant light seared my eyeballs while blisters popped up on my exposed skin. I ached—quite literally—to lapse back into unconsciousness and escape the agony. But Hunter pushed from inside my brain, yanking at my reins and moving my feet away from the house that had become an inferno.
Then one-body hands were all around us. Cinnamon was lifted off my back and Glen must have been similarly snatched because I was abruptly lying atop a shoulder
