Chapter 83

They would have crashed to the floor again, a tangle of limbs, but for a dark streak that leapt across the room. Something large and solid connected with Foster’s shoulder, tearing him off Jesse to crash into the overended couch. Jess barely had time to roll away before Foster kicked it off, and he scrambled back to see Gideon leaping to his feet again.

“Should’ve torched me when you had the chance,” Gideon snarled at Foster.

Foster didn’t waste time with a rejoinder. He pulled a lighter out of his worn jeans pocket and ignited it. Holding it in front of his face, he blew across the flame.

A long lick of fire blasted from that single breath. Gideon dove low and to the side, away from the hearth, cursing at Foster.