I cringe, waiting for something bad to happen. Zane smiles and leaves, just like that. He leaves the door open, and I release a little nervous laugh.
Wait. Jonah can't leave . . . and my door is still closed.
"Jonah?" I shout through the glass. He slowly looks up at me. "I'm going to get us out of here, okay?" I shout again. His eyes flash with fear. Why . . . I look around to see that a fire has started under the chair.
Dang it. I try to stomp out the fire, but it gets bigger. Stupid magic Zane fires.
I try to focus on getting out and getting Jonah out, but the fire has spread and it's getting hot in here.
I punch at the glass and the fire spreads around the edges of the room.
I rush back to the table with the electronics and frantically try to lift it. It's bolted to the ground. I back up, fire catching the edges of my jeans, and I run at the table.
A loud crack rips through the small room as the table's legs snap. I stand up and shake my hand out, snapping my arm back in place from the impact.
I breathe through my teeth with pain when flame reaches my back. I have to hurry.
I bend down and push all the equipment towards the window. Fire catches on my sleeve. I try to pat it out, but remember that Zane is causing this fire.
I have all the machinery against the window. I know I have to back up if I want the force to be enough . . .
I back into the fire before I have time to stop myself. The fire is burning faster than I'm healing . . . and my skin is burning . . . fire is everywhere . . . screaming . . . Now. I sprint at the window, hoping I make it in time . . .
An explosion rocks the world as soon as I hit the glass.