Caius stared wide eyed, waiting for the room to come burning down, but nothing was actually burning. Shadowy opaque black flames licked off the walls, the furniture, the floors, everywhere, but nothing seemed to be harmed. Just smelled of faint charcoal.
Caius had never seen anything so beautiful, or so strange. And he had bore witness to a great many things that were strange in his hundred years, including his sister’s cooking, but this had to be a first.
Caius stepped closer, almost drawn to them, and he reached out a hand. There was no heat to them at all, like he thought, they were actually cool. But before he could actually touch, a hand yanked him back. Caius blinked and shook his head before yanking his hand back. “Don’t touch me.”
Delmar looked at him flatly. “Be glad I just saved your life.”
Caius turned around, to look at Roan, but Roan was crumbled to the floor, out cold. Pure fear was etched on Deirdre’s face as she lightly touched her brother’s skin. But she winced and pulled back. There were pale grey lines- cracks- on his fair cheeks, neck and hands, traveling up his arms. Caius took a step forward, to somehow help, but she pointed at him. “One more step and I will burn you from the inside out.”