Nora's POV
Hysterical laughter bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me, which makes absolutely no sense given our current situation. I press my palm against my mouth to muffle the sound, watching Antonia take a cautious step backward like I've completely snapped.
Perhaps I have.
"You realize this could be exactly what I need to draw Dmitri out of hiding."
Antonia stares at me with wide eyes, blinking rapidly. "I keep waiting for you to tell me this is some twisted joke, but that moment never seems to come."
"Because it's not a joke. What if I summoned every flame from the depths of hell and torched something massive with it?"
"Is that even possible?"
