“Uhhh,” Cordell struggled to lift his head up, looking through narrowed eyelids at the burning restaurant. His blurring vision went in and out. Suddenly, his head smacked down to the ground. He lay where he was unconscious. The golden orange flames of the fire that was devouring what was left of Elegance illuminated Cordell’s form as he lay flat on the ground. The light of the fire shining on him cast his shadow on the asphalt that was the parking lot grounds. For a minute there wasn’t any sound besides the crackling of the flames of the fire. Then Tiaz approached and stopped before Cordell, staring down at him with hatred in his eyes. Down at his side, his healed, scared hand, held on to a detonator. He hocked up phlegm and spit on Cordell. As soon as he did, a bro
