Bit by bit, the sparks began to slow. The violent arcs turned to flickers. And then, just like that, it was gone.
She sagged against me, exhausted. The silence that followed was deafening.
Slowly, she pulled away. Not to run, but to look. Her wide eyes dropped into my arms, her expression crumbling as she took in the charred skin and angry red marks still knitting themselves together.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice small and hoarse.
I glanced down at my arms. Smoke still curled from the burns. But even now, the skin is mending. The scaled patches are already smoothing over. Another minute, and they’d be gone.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, and flexed my fingers. “I heal fast.”
She wiped at her face with trembling fingers. “Can I go back to my ro
