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Kat’s phone buzzed, and she picked it up, then read the message. It was from Bert.
“I may have found your brother in Tucson, along with some strange fires. Weren’t you missing some fire shifters?”
“Are you sure he didn’t set them?” she texted back.
By the look of his files, it was entirely possible. He was some kind of pyromaniac or pyrophiliac.
Leave it to me to have a brother like that, she thought.
“He claims two women are setting them.” Bert replied. “One disintegrated into ashes before his eyes.”
Kat startled. That sounded like their phoenix.
“It sounds bizarre,” Bert continued. “But I’m not sure why he’d lie about it. He caught a lot of hell for his story.”
Hope stirred in her chest, along with dread.
“Send me the coordinates, we’ll check him out.”
Kat felt light-headed
