Frost Fire (Tortured Elements)

by Rivers, Olivia

  The manager narrowed her eyebrows. “Are you sure you can pay?”

  “Like I said,” Allai replied, “my friend will pay. Just give him a—”

  Her words cut off as she saw the gun. Behind the manager, the ragged-looking man was deliberately walking toward the cash register, a small, black revolver in one hand. His fingers shook around the gun, and he was still muttering to himself.

  The manager frowned and looked over her shoulder, following Allai’s gaze. Her fists clenched when she saw the gun. Allai should have run then; she knew it was the smart thing to do. But her mind was blank, and her feet frozen to the floor, and all she could do was stand there and watch the store get robbed.

  “Hey!” the manager yelled to the man as he approached the register. “You get away from there! You get away right now. I’ll call the cops, I swear I will!”

  The man’s only reaction was to begin muttering faster. He took a moment to wipe his palms on his grimy jeans, and then continued toward the register. Allai tried to remember what to do in a situation like this. Calling the police was probably the right thing to do, like the manager had suggested. But the only phone she saw was resting on the register, right by the man, and right by the gun.

  In the back of her head, she remembered weeks ago, when she’d gone into the Lux town to just sit in the park and enjoy the normality of the Lux world. Or had that been days ago? No, hours. It’d been just this morning. Whenever it’d been, she realized now that she’d overlooked this part of the Lux world: the crime the manager would have to deal with, and the fear she felt as she looked on, and the mental illness the man was obviously struggling with.

  Allai waited to feel pity for the Luxs. But seconds ticked by, and all she felt was a little content. Because maybe their lives weren’t as perfect as they seemed, and maybe they wouldn’t always be there as an unreachable temptation.

  “I’m warning you!” the manager said. “I’ve been robbed too many times, and I’m not taking it anymore!”

  It was an empty threat, and the wavering of the manager’s voice gave it away. Allai remembered what Shieldak had told her the first time he’d pressed a knife into her hand: ‘Never challenge an enemy you’re not prepared to kill. They will overpower you, and you will die.’

  The manager’s yelling finally broke the man’s daze. His lip curled into a snarl, and he whirled around, pointing his gun toward them. It seemed like hours passed without anything really happening. The man strode forward with his weapon, the manager raised her hands over her head in defense. And Allai still couldn’t move. She tried to say ‘No’, but all that came out was a scream.

  Then a red glow appeared around the man’s hand. Allai screamed again, this time not bothering to try to form words. Whatever surrounded his hand wasn’t natural. It flickered and shimmered, like some sort of fire. But there were none of the normal sounds of a fire. No crackling or pops; only eerie silence as the flames crawled around the man’s hand.

  The man didn’t seem to notice the fire at first. He just steadied his grip on the gun, preparing to squeeze the trigger. Then the red fire turned to a dark blue, and the flames rushed up the man’s arm. He still didn’t seem to notice as the blue fire engulfed him. The man just frowned a little, and his hand loosened on the gun.

  Then she saw the manager. The blue fire surrounded her, too. She had fallen to her knees, her expression completely blank.

  Allai stepped toward the manager and reached to smack out the flames. She regretted it the instant her hand got close to the fire. The blue flames burst upward, like someone had thrown gasoline on them. Allai shrieked and recoiled, but not fast enough. The flames licked over Allai’s skin, billowing out from around the manager.

  Allai waited to feel pain, but none came. There was only a tingling sensation as the fire came within millimeters of her skin, but never burned it. Allai watched the flames for what felt like a long time, just staring at them while they danced around her skin. Then the manager collapsed, and the fire fell to the floor with her.

  Exhaustion struck Allai. She blinked a couple times, trying to clear her mind. It didn’t work. She wanted to collapse, but moving sounded too tiring. So instead she just stood there and tried to remember how to breathe.

  Allai’s legs gave out, and she fell to her knees, barely managing to catch herself with her hands. Something sharp dug into her palm, but she hardly noticed. Pain didn’t matter. Sleep mattered. That was what she wanted to do: just rest her head on the cool tile and sleep for weeks.

  Numbness crept into her limbs. She tried to groan, but all that came out was a small sigh. She couldn’t inhale after that. Allai knew she should feel panic. But there was only numb fatigue, and an instinctual feeling that told her to keep her eyes open.

  She watched as the man released his grip on his weapon and crashed to the floor. He moaned as his limp body struck the tile. The blue cloud of flames grew, expanding until it nearly obscured him.

  Allai closed her eyes, unable to keep them open anymore. Exhaustion paralyzed her, and she fell the rest of the way to the ground, striking her forehead on the tile. This time the pain was worse. Much, much worse.

  She just lay there. There was nothing else to do but to stay still and wait for the attacking flames to go away. To just hope they went away. But she gave up hoping after a few seconds, because that took energy. And she didn’t have any energy.

  Shouting came from above her. She thought about looking to see who was causing the noise, but quickly discarded the idea. Because she just wanted sleep. She needed it.

  The shouting became more persistent, and something shook her shoulder. She squeezed her eyes tighter, trying to escape the shaking. But then she heard how desperate the shouting sounded, and recognized that familiar husky tone in the voice. Drake. What was he doing here? She struggled to concentrate on his words, hoping they might explain what was going on.

  “Damn it, stop!” Drake snarled as he shook her. “You’re killing them!”

  Her eyes snapped open. She looked around for Drake, desperate to ask him what he meant. How could she kill someone? She wasn’t harming anyone. It was the flames that were hurting them.

  But before she found Drake, her gaze landed on the manager. The flames surrounding her had shrunk, and were now darker. But, as Allai watched, the fire engulfed her again.

  The moment the flames grew, Allai felt more fatigue cloud her mind. In the middle of the fog, she pieced together what had just happened: She’d looked at the manager, the flames had grown, and that had made her more tired.

  Drake was right. She was killing these people. She somehow had control over the flames.

  Drake shook her harder. “You have to stop.” He sounded more desperate now. “Damn it, Allai, get it under control!”

  He’d used her name. Not ‘little Nox’ or ‘the girl’ or anything else. But he’d actually called her ‘Allai’. She almost laughed, because it was such a ridiculous time for him to decide to finally use it. She couldn’t grin, or hug him, or do any else to celebrate. All she could do was lay there and watch these people die.

  No. She wasn’t going to do that. She took a deep breath and ordered herself to stop thinking that way. Drake said she could get herself under control, and he wouldn’t lie. Unless he didn’t know what he was talking about, or if his words were just wishful thinking. But she had to at least try.

  Allai stared at the flames surrounding the manager. “Stop,” she whispered to them. Her eyes clouded with tears, but she could still see the fire surging higher. “Damn it, stop!”

  It was like she’d thrown gas on the flames. Or maybe napalm. The blue fire leaped up toward the ceiling, completely engulfing the manager. Allai heard Drake curse and stumble back a few steps.

  “Calm down,” he pleaded. “Allai, just calm down.”

  It was the dumbest advice she’d ever heard. Her heart pounded a million beats per minute, and her breaths came in ragged and fast. She probably should have just been grateful to have h
er lungs working again, but she was too panicked.

  Then she felt strong arms lift her up from the ground. Drake. He pressed Allai to his chest, so closely that he almost crushed her. The world faded in and out of focus, but Allai saw Drake’s eyes for a fleeting second. He stared down at her, his expression anguished. She’d never seen such a steady emotion in his eyes; it didn’t waver, and he didn’t try to cover it with other feelings.

  “I’m okay, Drake,” she mumbled. Somehow she felt like she had to reassure him. “I’m fine.”

  He smiled at her just a little. It was that same expression she’d seen before: So foreign, but so sincere. “Yeah, Allai. You’re going to be fine. Okay?”

  Something snapped. She wasn’t sure what it was; it sounded like breaking bone, but she felt no pain. All she felt was the air rippling and tension flooding out from her. When had that tension built? She hadn’t even realized it was there. But now she could feel it releasing and flowing out of her.

  She sucked in a full breath for the first time in minutes. Darkness obscured her vision. A scream formed in her throat, and she waited for the flames to finish her off. But the darkness quickly turned to little spots, and she realized it was just from her lack of oxygen.

  The flames were gone. Allai could see that as she blinked away the spots in her vision. She glanced to the manager, and then to the man. The flames no longer surrounded them, and both were stirring and groaning.

  She looked back up at Drake. His smile was gone, and his head slowly shook back and forth. She could read the shock in his eyes.

  He gently set her down on the floor. “Stay awake, little Nox. Okay?”

  She thought about nodding in response, but didn’t bother. It would require moving her head, and moving sounded like a horrible option.

  Drake started to step away, but hesitated. “Are you okay?” he asked her. His voice was hushed, like he was worried he could injure her just by speaking.

  She didn’t respond. Obviously, she was alive. Didn’t that count as ‘okay’?

  The man on the floor let out a loud moan. Drake whirled toward him, a low growl rumbling from his chest. He clenched his fist, as if he was readying an attack.

  Then Drake froze. Allai watched through half-lidded eyes as he examined the man. Drake chewed at his lip for a moment, and then muttered something. Probably a curse.

  “Close your eyes, little Nox,” Drake said quietly.

  She didn’t obey. Some sick sense of curiosity refused to let her eyes shut.

  Drake stepped toward the man. He yelled and flailed his arms at Drake, but his movements were weak and useless. Drake knelt beside the man and pinned both his arms to his sides. The man froze as Drake touched him, and his body went stiff, like Drake was sending an electrical current through him. Then the man let out a long sigh.

  Drake released his arms, but the man still didn’t move. Allai watched his chest, watching for signs of life. He was breathing. She felt a tear drip onto her nose. It took her a moment to realize it was relief that brought on the tears. Drake hadn’t hurt the man; he was going to be okay.

  Drake moved to the manager next, and went through the same process. Pinning her arms, making her stiffen, and then releasing her as soon as she sighed. Allai watched more closely this time, trying to understand what he was doing. Healing them? Numbing their pain? Drake didn’t give her any clues as he completed the process with the manager. But, as he finished, Allai swore she could smell honeysuckle flowers. The scent was completely out of place, but soothing.

  Drake strode back to Allai, his lips pulled into a concerned frown. He knelt beside her and pressed two fingers against her neck, feeling for her pulse.

  “Excuse me?” It was the man’s voice. “Who… I mean, uh, where am I?”

  Drake ignored the man. He brushed the back of his hand down her cheek, and used his thumb to wipe a tear from under her eye. “See?” he whispered. “You’re okay.”

  She believed it. With Drake right there, kneeling beside her, she didn’t see how it couldn’t be okay. She smiled at him a little. He tried to return the smile, but it just turned out lopsided, and he quickly gave up.

  “Sir?” It was the man again, apparently talking to Drake. “Sir, who are you? What’s going on?”

  Drake didn’t answer, and instead slipped his arms under Allai and picked her up. He pressed her close to his chest again, but this time a little more gently. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized her stomach was all fluttery again. But she was too tired to bother feeling anxiety or anticipation. So she just pressed her face into Drake’s shirt and closed her eyes.

  “Who’s that girl?” the man demanded. “Is she okay?”

  “Yeah,” Drake said softly. “She’s going to be just fine.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Drake held the girl for almost an hour before she stopped shivering.

  He knew he shouldn’t be holding her; instead, he should be driving far, far away from the gas station. But he’d only managed to get a few miles away before he pulled over on a side-road.

  The girl looked so alone, even though she was secure in his arms; her eyes were wide with panic, and her entire body shook. He just couldn’t take seeing her like that. And he didn’t think she’d ever stop shivering. But after about eleven o’clock, her heartbeat slowed and her breaths became less ragged.

  But she still smelled of adrenaline and blood. The blood concerned him most; he’d found a shard of glass imbedded in her palm, and had removed it as carefully as he could. Allai was too close to unconsciousness to even notice the pain.

  “You’re okay,” Drake murmured to her for maybe the hundredth time.

  It was such a lie. Because there was another scent clinging to her: lilac. The sweet scent was slowly fading, but it still filled the air of the truck. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought the girl had sprayed on fancy perfume. But he did know better: Sano magic smelled like honeysuckle flowers. Caedes magic smelled like lilac.

  Thinking of that simple word— ‘Caedes’—made his heart beat faster. Every time he closed his eyes, he kept flashing back to that moment he’d run into the convenience store. The lilac smell had nearly choked him, and the crackling magic in the air almost pushed him back outside. And then there was Allai. She’d been collapsed on the floor, her magic strangling the life out of herself and two other people.

  The next few minutes were just a timeless blur. But Allai was relatively safe now, and that was what mattered.

  Allai stirred a little, and pressed her face into Drake’s neck. “There were flames,” she mumbled. It was the first time she’d spoken since he’d brought her back to the truck.

  Drake didn’t understand what she meant; there hadn’t been a fire at the scene, and he hadn’t smelled anything burnt. But he was just relieved to hear her talk. Drake pulled her a little closer. “Hey,” he whispered in her ear. “Welcome back. You were pretty out of it for a while.”

  She blinked a couple of times. “Drake, there were flames.”

  So maybe she wasn’t completely with it, yet. That didn’t really matter. He’d hold her for as long as it took for her to come around. “Shh,” Drake said. He brushed her hair away from her face, so he could look in her eyes. “You’re fine, little Nox. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay?”

  “Drake.” She looked back at him, her eyes wide and scared. “I almost killed them.”

  Well, shit. She’d been barely conscious when he’d found her, and he had hoped she wouldn’t remember what happened. Or maybe she hadn’t even seen it.

  Apparently not.

  Lying was the best option. He’d just tell her that she’d been hallucinating, and that she’d never lost control. Maybe he’d even add some story about taking her to the hospital, and the doctor saying it could never happen again. That’d make her feel safe.

  “Yeah,” Drake said quietly. “You almost killed them.”

  He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t lie to her, not after all
the betrayal she’d gone through. Besides, she’d figure it out eventually. She might as well hear it now.

  For a moment, Allai’s eyes got even wider. She stared up at Drake, like she was waiting for him to take back his words. When he didn’t, her expression slowly went blank. Drake knew that look; it was the one she’d showed earlier, when she’d been miserable and unresponsive. This was too much for her to take in. He was overwhelming her.

  Drake sighed. He should have lied. Could he do anything right?

  “It’s okay, little Nox,” Drake murmured. He pulled her a little closer. It felt so natural, so vital. He wondered how he’d gotten by without her for so long. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

  She shivered and pressed her face back into his shirt collar. “What did I do?”

  Her voice shook so hard that he barely understood the question. And he wished he hadn’t understood it, because how was he supposed to answer? He couldn’t tell her that he was as clueless as she was. No, that would put her over the edge.

  “It was magic,” he replied. There. That was at least one solid fact she could cling to.

  “Yeah.” She swallowed hard. “The flames. It must have been magic.”

  “What flames are you talking about, little Nox?”

  “They were just colored flames. All around…” She shuddered. “They were killing those people. I was killing those people.” She paused for a moment, and then said, “I already killed Conrad. I shouldn’t have killed him, Drake. I shouldn’t have. And what if I’d killed those people, too?”

  “But you didn’t,” Drake said softly. “You didn’t kill them. They’ll be fine.” He decided not to even mention Conrad. She’d killed the Trident in self-defense, but Drake guessed she wouldn’t appreciate hearing that now.

  “You’re sure those people will be okay?” she whispered.

  “Yeah, little Nox. They’ll be just fine.”

  Allai nodded and closed her eyes, which wasn’t a good idea. Drake knew that from experience. Closing your eyes was the same as screaming an invitation for a flashback. And memories of death never declined an invitation.