We didn't move, not one of us, not even when the alarms drew close, when the firefighters arrived, the police. Usually the intrusion of normals would make us flee. But we couldn't leave them, not one of us.
We were finally forced back by normals who thought this was some ordinary fire. But I knew better. Had felt a fire like this one before, knew it was fed by magic outside my own, by sorcery.
Someone set it to kill the Vegas. For what they knew. I screamed inside my head at myself. They wanted to talk to me. I knew it was important. And I let them down. Would they be alive now if I'd found the time, made the time, stopped for one moment and gave them the attention they'd asked for?
How much guilt could one girl survive, exactly? Because it appeared I'd signed up to find out.
Who has done this? The twins found my mind, their rage making their mental voices quiver.
I don't know. I let the whole coven feel my shame. But Martin and Louisa were silenced, I have no doubt of that.