The Top Boy Is My Mate
But one of the rogues snarled and lunged again, desperate, and reckless.
Zarek turned before I could even gasp. He raised his hand, and for the first time, I saw it fully. Fire burst from his palm, not ordinary flames but something ancient, blue and white-hot at the core. It roared through the air, searing across the street.
The rogue screamed, stumbling back as fire licked his arm, his clothes charring. He bolted, the other following close behind, both vanishing into the night like rats fleeing a predator.
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