Layla snapped her fingers. Fire rose from the ground. There appeared to be something encased in it. Or was it someone? A muffled scream. The shape inside becoming clearer. A person bound in burning ropes, writhing and screaming for help. I knew that voice. I would recognize it anywhere.
“Lola,” I yelped. Her skin was licked with burn marks. They were burning her alive.
Lola’s panicked, grey eyes found mine. “Callie!” she screamed right before Layla snapped her fingers again and extinguished the fire, taking Lola down with it.