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.
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