of me wanted to destroy him. A big part of me, and it was growing larger as the broken containment on my back allowed the poison from the torch mark to flood into me.
The dam was breached.
I was being swept away.
The steward struggled, panted, yelled for help, and finally managed to slip out of his jacket, which remained clutched in my fist as it burst into full smoking flame. I heard other voices - Wardens? - in a rising babble. Somebody tried to tamp down the fire that was bubbling up from my fingers, but I couldn't stop it. All my nerves were fried, useless; all my control had gone with them.
The jacket caught the rug on fire.
Someone hit me with a good old-fashioned fire extinguisher, but as soon as the icy foam stopped blasting, fire erupted from both my hands, crawling up my arms like snakes, twining around my body in living veils of flame.
I could feel other things happening inside me now - fire was always the easiest of powers to call, because it was virtually unstoppable even in natural form, but now I could feel my other abilities stirring, too. Something inside me was rifling through my mind, my soul, shuffling aside unwanted things to find the most devastating things on offer.
I was an open doorway, and something was reaching through.
I think I might have screamed, but if I did, it was just in my head. My body stood up, dripping flame as my clothing burned away, leaving me draped in living energy. I could see myself reflected in the lounge windows - a pillar of fire, a pagan goddess, naked and primal.
My hair didn't burn, but it rose and fluttered on the waves of heat created from my skin.
My eyes were Djinn eyes, flaring gold, and where I touched, things blackened and smoked and charred into ruin.
"Back!" someone snapped to the growing cluster of onlookers, and a hardened bubble of air formed around me, thick as steel. The fire erupting out of me consumed the available oxygen in seconds, then began to gutter and fail as its fuel ran out.
I felt nothing, except that all-consuming heat exploding from the black torch on my shoulder. It seemed to be getting worse, not better, as if someone had injected me with acid. If I'd had control of my voice, I'd have been begging for it to stop.
The cold, blackened part of me inside still had control, but it allowed me to collapse into a naked, smoking heap inside the air bubble. I struggled to breathe, but there was nothing left to fill my lungs that wasn't toxic.
Someone stepped up on the other side of the bubble.
Lewis.
The darkness in me took over, but it did it in a hor rifyingly clever way.
I lifted my hand and slapped my palm flat against the bubble, pleading for mercy. My fingernails were turning a delicate robin's-egg shade of blue. I must have looked completely pathetic and weak.
I wasn't. Not at all.
There was something very strange in the way he was looking at me. Something my grandmother used to say. Tombstone eyes...
Lewis's head snapped around, not fast enough, and something collided with him. A streak of bronze light that froze into the form of David, on the other side of my invisible prison.
I watched Lewis's lips move. He was yelling at David, telling him not to be a fool, not to fall for it. He knew .
He needn't have worried. David might be passionate, but he was no kind of a fool. He crouched down and put his hand flat against mine, separated by five inches of thickened, impenetrable, interlocked molecules. His face was a mask, his eyes dark and secretive, but not quite managing to hide his fury - at me, at himself, at Bad Bob for putting us here.
I smiled, tasting his despair - it felt good.
The talisman burned into my back hit a white-hot peak, and I felt my Weather powers flooding out of me, battering at the prison holding me. Lewis was incredibly strong, maybe the strongest Warden who'd ever lived, but I was damn close on this front. I hadn't always been, or at least I hadn't always known it, but I was afraid that very strength was going to be my undoing now... because I could feel my powers eating away at the force he'd set up to keep me contained. Once it broke, there was no telling what I'd do. What I could do.
Possibilities raced through