A FIRE. waking up ( more jolting up, actually. like a shot, every sense
screaming of danger ), arabella’s first thought is FIRE. there’s smoke rolling in,
suffocating, and she chokes on a cough. damn it. her team. JASON. and JAX.
on instinct, she tries to use her magic. it should be a simple spell, quick. fire—
fire is fast and wild and everywhere. it’s EASY. the quiet spells the calm magic
have always been the hardest. her father had used to joke, say that fire was so
instinctive to her, so easy, because she was filled of it. “ bright and fierce, mon
coeur. ” that had been before he died. before he’d BURNED.
she should be able to clear the air, even just a bit, in her sleep. should. but-—
the power dampeners. fuck.
she feels sick. part of it might be the fire ( smoke inhalation, she realizes, it’s
already getting to her. if she’s not careful, she’ll collapse. ), but, more than that
it’s the ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇssɴᴇss.
her team. she counts them off in her head, one by one.
nate, alek, thomas, alissa, romily, laura, lizzie.
dominic and ellis and jackson.
( dom and el and jax. NO. the panic makes it harder to breathe. )
JASON.
( jason. jason, jason, jason. she’d already lost him once, years ago. he’d DIED
of smoke inhalation on some mountain, miles away. now— he can’t be too far
but she can’t find him and she doesn’t even know where to start looking and—
ᴊᴀsᴏɴ. she wants to scream. )
then— a voice.
“ JAX, ” she chokes out.
he’s here, he’s ALRIGHT. thank everything.
she doesn’t know what she would have done if he— if anything had happened to
him. relief floods her, overwhelming, making her dizzy.
( that— or the smoke. )
“ i’m fine. for now. we have to get out of here. have you seen any of the others? ”
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