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self-preservation. Growing up in foster homes, all human, there’d been no one to ask about her magic or powers. Only when she turned fourteen and suddenly started spouting flames when emotions ran high had she even figured out she wasn’t human herself.
    No, studying other mythical beings had always been far from the top of her to-do list. Yet this man was telling her this intense desire between them was mystical. His mate?
    Destiny was a bitch who didn’t like to be ignored. Bree knew when a nymph found their true mate, destiny showed it by causing a fiery raging lust. Was it like this dragon burn Ty spoke of?
    Bree snorted. Not likely.
    Sure, they’d had great sex -- and her fire hadn’t tried to burn him to a crisp -- but it didn’t mean a thing. Just a good time.
    The opening act began to play onstage, the lights dimming. The crowd around them, even Ty, became dim shadows.
    Music pounded into her, thrumming through her body. She smelled Ty, felt his body heat pressing against her. Gods, she’d never blazed with such strong, immediate desire before.
    And with a dragon?
    A chuckle escaped. While she’d known they existed, Bree had never actually met one. So why now, with him? The one other fire nymph she’d met while travelling the US had barely made her lust. As a man, he’d been just as attractive as Ty.
    The opening act finished to muted applause. Screams erupted as the Grave Diggers took the stage, their music loud and furious.
    Bree sat straighter, keeping an eye on the lights panel at the end of the stage. As the band got to the first chorus, the top row of eight lights started blinking.
    Donovan screamed out the first line. The first light turned red.
    A burst of fire shot from center stage, glowing behind the lead singer, casting him as a black dancing figure.
    “Nice,” Ty said beside her.
    Wrapped up in the pyro events, she’d almost forgotten his presence. She tried once more to ignore him as the lights on the panel turned red one by one, and flames shot up around the stage on cue.
    The concert went on with her and Ty staying in their seats, not talking. She fought the urge to touch him, fearing the loss of control once more. She was the band’s pyro. She needed to make sure everything continued as planned.
    As the band began their last number, the panel on the far wall glowed bright with the many lights controlling the finale.
    Icy shivers crawled down her spine as someone’s gaze burned the back of her neck. Bree sat up, searching the darkness. Her watcher was back. A low, irritating hum buzzed in her ears. From onstage, the first spray of fire arced across the stage. The hum grew louder, blocking the music of the band. The second spray of fire blasted above the stage.
    Then, screaming pierced the humming.
    Onstage, Donovan stumbled, spinning to face the back. He jerked like a puppet losing its strings as he backpedaled to the front of the stage. Bree jumped to her feet, racing for the stage.
    Where was security? Fire blazed near the backup singers, surrounding three young women with a circle of flames. Bree reached the edge and leapt, almost crashing on the stage in a half-crouch.
    Ty landed next to her, upright, already running for the singers. Bree followed.
    Flames licked along the wooden stage, spreading in both directions, creeping out while drawing closer to the huddled, crying and screaming girls. Ty jumped over the ring of fire as if it didn’t exist. Shock and awe coursed through her. He wasn’t afraid of fire. Well, neither was she.
    Bree jumped, heat scorching her legs and arms. She took it in, devouring it. Energy coursed through her as she called her magic to eat the fire.
    Ty grabbed two of the singers and dashed from the flaming circle.
    Bree grabbed Kari by her waist, easily lifting the girl. “Close your eyes and hold on tight.”
    Kari grabbed her so hard it cut off Bree’s ability to breathe. The power rushing through her blood from the flames surrounding her held the pain