“Burn us both, then,” Killian said, silver eyes locked on mine. “Let’s see if you can live with the ashes.”

Luka’s growl cut through the clearing, low and vicious. “Don’t test her.”

The fire in my palms flared higher, heat rippling the air until the leaves curled. My chest heaved, the Reckoner’s mark glowing through my shirt like molten light. Neither brother moved. Neither looked away.

I wanted to scream at them, to shove them both into the dirt and vanish into the trees ...