“Why don’t you extinguish the fires?” she demanded.
“Right,” he said dryly. “What do you think will happen when they see a Fironian wielding anywhere near a fire? I’ll be a pincushion for their arrows before they can figure out I’m not attacking them. We need to leave while we can.”
“I’m not leaving,” Keriya hissed. “I’m not a coward, and I am not abandoning Thorion—”
“Keriya, shut up.” Roxanne snaked her arm through Keriya’s. Fletcher tightened his grasp on her other side, and the two of them led her away from the lake.
They paused to let a group of townspeople thunder past in the street ahead of them. Some were wielding water, no doubt hurrying to douse the hungry flames.
“You two head that way! Naliki, follow me!”
“Are we under attack?”
“Gotta be—there’s a fire-eater around here
