When my eyes pop open, flames dance on my arms, and I sit up, the one named Lark still asleep.
Rage boils in my body, and my head, as I grab his shirt collar and yank him up to his feet. He's groggy and unaware, but when he sees it's me awake, he lets out a shriek.
"Where did you bring me?" I ask him, his shirt in danger of being burnt off. He looks confused, shocked, and scared, and I shake him to bring him to focus. "I said, where did you bring me?!"
"My magick was perfect! You shouldn't have been able to get out of it so fast! Or at all!" he screamed, and I snapped, my finger with a dancing flame grazing his arm.
"Where did you bring me?" I ask slowly, and Lark gulped, pulling himself together.
"We're not in New Puerto, and if you think I'm going to send you back," he stuttered as I pulled my fist back and hit him square in the jaw, the flames covering my knuckles.
