Page 79 of Heiress of Fire

“I’m going to burn those cookies if you two don’t stop fighting,” Davina yelled through their discussion, pulling out an enflamed palm.

Genevieve and Emmy immediately stopped and begged Davina not to burn the cookies.

“Hmm, I thought so,” Davina said, closing her hand into a fist. Her fire left little plum particles flying into the living room. “Thank you both for the drawings. Next time, draw something for yourselves.”

“Okay,” they hummed. Davina extended her arms out to them, and they were quick to jump into her embrace, she chuckled. Emmy squeezed tight around her torso causing her to groan yet laugh.

“Alright, alright, let’s eat. Genevieve, can you get the milk?” Davina asked.

“Yeah, sure.” Genevieve nodded and rushed into the kitchen.

“Micah said he didn’t want any cookies,” Emmy hushed. “I think he’s in a bad mood, should I go ask him if he wants any?”

“Leave him be,” Davina ordered.

“Fine.” Emmy’s shoulder slumped. “Can you show me your powers again?”

Davina looked at Emmy. The blonde little girl in front of her seemed so excited and interested to see her big sister’s fire powers. Emmy didn’t find Davina’s abilities to be an abomination, the look in her eyes made it seem like she was amazed by the violet flames that lived under Davina’s skin.

“I won’t tell Mom and Dad,” Emmy whispered.

Davina chuckled. “Okay, just for a second.”

“Okay, okay.”

Davina lifted her hand, and a little bunny made of fire appeared above her palm. Its round spine and long ears flared up with lavender sparks.

“Woah,” Emmy said with wonder. Genevieve came back with a jar of milk and three cups, carefully setting them over the table as she stared at the fire bunny.

“I didn’t know you could do that, that’s cool,” Genevieve said.

Davina smiled.

She then made a large purple heart appear through the fire as the girls stared in awe. The admiration in their eyes gave Davina some sort of solace after the sacrifices she made for the war.

They were worth every sacrifice.

“What is this?” Nico’s voice boomed into the living room. Her stepfather walked into the living room while Mae closed the bedroom door before making her way beside Nico. It was a clear depiction of what she’d done to Davina her entire life.

Emmy whimpered.

Nico’s dark glare pierced into her own, his blonde hair was ruffled atop his head. Mae stood beside him with a frown over her lips and arms crossed.

“Nothing, I was just showing the girls—”

“You shouldn’t be showing my daughters that trash,” Nico spat.

“I’m not doing anything bad,” Davina softly argued.

“Do not speak to me in that way!” he shouted.

“I’m not speaking anyway. I’m telling you nicely and calmly that I wasn’t doing anything bad,” she explained.

“After everything I’ve done for you,” Nico said with what seemed like disbelief.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“I think she needs help remembering everything that we’ve done for her,” Mae stated.

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