Daphne's muscles ached.
Her shoulders felt as though she had the entire weight of the world resting on them. She badly wanted to slouch but the years of grueling etiquette classes disallowed her to show any of that. Fatigue was starting to creep over her like a heavy cloak, but even so, she met Alistair's heated gaze straight on.
As she jumped through the flames, she controlled them to weave through the air, blasting right back in Alistair's direction. Sparks danced in a blazing trail of red and gold, setting nearby furniture alight before blasting right into the wall.
Alistair had dodged at the very last minute, jumping out of the way of one stream of fire while redirecting the other, blasting right into the table situated right by the wall.
