29 Allie and Kylie
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Travis ushered the girls across the mall and down one of the emergency stairwells when the gunfire began.
“You try anything,” he’d warned before they’d left the club, “I’ll burn your flesh from the bone while you’re still breathing.” Then he raised his hand and a small ball of fire appeared above his fingertips. As they stared at the flames, an image of both girls screaming in agony appeared inside of the fire. He smiled. “I advise you not to test me.”
When they stepped outside of Macy’s, a dark SUV was waiting for them. The driver, an older man with jet-black hair and glasses, stepped out of the vehicle and held the door open for the girls.
“Get in,” demanded Travis, when they hesitated.
Both girls glanced back toward the mall entrance and then their eyes
