LENA'S POV
I saw my little princess reach for the candle flame with her chubby 2 year old fingers, and I felt my heart jump into my throat. Before I could so much as turn to try and block her action, the flame arced away from her hand, somehow curving in midair like a bowing direct response to she who held it.
Lyra burst out laughing, pleased with the dancing fire. She grasped out desperately and the flame answered, contorting into designs that would defy all laws of nature. A spiral. A heart. Some small bird that appeared to really fly before breaking apart into regular old fire.
“No, Lyra,” I said, gently but firmly, getting up to extinguish the candle. "We do not play with fire."
Her silver eyes, so like Lucien's, then glanced to me with innocent puzzlement. She didn’t know why I wa
