Ember Academy
"I don't care about your prophecy. I don't care what the Headmaster whispered in that hall. I care about control, and from what I saw last night, you have none."
"I stopped a wildfire with my bare hands before I'd ever set foot in this academy." Sera's temper flared before she could stop it, and the flame in the brazier leapt with it, taller, hotter, before she forced it back down with a breath. "I'd call that control."
"I'd call that luck." Dorian finally looked away from her, toward Oren instead, cool and dismissive. "I'll be attending every session. The Headmaster's orders, not mine, in case that matters to either of you."