Drums erupted across the beach, their rhythm pounding through Kane's chest like a second heartbeat.
He straightened, ears perking toward the sound.
A crowd had formed in the center of the beach, forming a wide circle around something Kane couldn't quite see.
Flames leapt skyward, casting wild shadows across the sand.
"What's—"
Kane didn't finish, already pulling Cyrus toward the commotion.
They pushed through the outer ring of spectators, and Kane's breath caught.
Fire dancers.
Six performers moved in perfect synchronization, spinning staffs tipped with blazing torches.
The flames traced elaborate patterns through the darkness. One dancer threw her staff skyward, catching it mid-spin as another leapt over the flames.
The crowd roared approval.
Kane wedged himself between two families, dragging Cyrus forward until they had an unobstructed view.
Heat washed over them in waves, making Kane's skin prickle with awareness.
