Ember Frost’s POV

We had nothing that could truly blow things apart, no bombs, no blasting powder. A few alcohol blocks and a lighter weren’t going to do much against a tree that rose like a tower.

I exhaled slowly, then turned to Eira. “You wouldn’t happen to know any fire spells, would you?”

She blinked at me. “Plenty. What are you aiming for?”

I couldn’t help feeling a flicker of envy. Being born into a sorcerer’s bloodline meant she always had a shortcut when trouble ...