I’d tried my best to put out the fire. I’d done what I could to save the people inside. But I’d failed. Just like I’d failed when I was a child and couldn’t save my family from Sark’s fire. Except now it was worse, because I could summon water. But my magic still wasn’t enough. It was a stark reminder that I shouldn’t be here. I was no hero. Most of my life I’d been a villain. That wasn’t going to change. The sooner I left, the better it would be for everyone. I spotted Kira ahead of me, crumpled on the ground, and found myself making my way over to her even though I knew it was a bad idea. Not only because she needed some space, but because I didn’t want to get involved with her. I had to keep my distance so I could easily leave when the time came. But I couldn’t ignore the sight of her

