"Then what am I supposed to aim at? The walls? The ceiling? Give me something to work with here, Bubblegum."
Her eyes locked with mine, those purple irises intense in the firelight. They held a fierce intelligence that cut through her usual bored facade like a knife through paper.
"Me."
"What?"
"Trust me, Stray Dog." She moved closer with her expression deadly serious and not a trace of her usual sarcasm anywhere to be found. Her voice dropped lower and became almost intimate in its intensity. "Light me up."
I hesitated for exactly one second before doing as she asked. I created a controlled continuous plume of fire from my palm, close enough that she was illuminated in the orange glow but far enough that I wouldn't actually roast her alive. The light caught in her hair and transformed the indigo and pink strands into a halo of flame colors that made her look like some kind of punk rock angel.
