Flashpoint

CADE

The fire explodes across the entrance with a roar, and for a moment, I am twelve years old again. I can smell the smoke and hear my mother's scream somewhere behind a wall of orange. My lungs seize. No. Not again.

"Cade!"

Hazel's voice barrels through the memory, and I move.

"HEAD BACK!" I roar.

The flames race across the polished floor where the gasoline has spread, climbing the cu