Taming the kitten

Roaring heat washes over my face from across the dark industrial perimeter as I watch the inferno devour the steel siding. “Piece of cake, Sloane,” I murmur under my breath.

Bright tangerine flames eat through the beams, blackening the metal until the entire structure groans and caves inward, leaving nothing behind but drifting ash and the loud pop of snapping timber.

A cold wave of satisfaction