“Ignis,” Sage whispered. Her palm sparked.

“Ignis.” It sparked again.

She couldn’t tell how long she had been sitting, waiting in the cold cell.

She closed her eyes, drawing emotion to her, thinking of Caspian’s eyes and the way his lips tasted.

“Ignis,” she said.

A flame sparked to life on her palm, dancing and twirling brightly.

Oh, f*cking finally!

She closed her palm, the ...