Fire and Flame
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Fire and Flame
by
Anya Breton
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Fire and Flame
COPYRIGHT © 2013 by Anya Breton
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Publishing History
First Faery Rose Edition, 2013
Print ISBN 978-1-61217-883-7
Digital ISBN 978-1-61217-884-4
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To my mother Susan
for teaching me to be self-sufficient
and to my father Thomas
for showing me it's okay to be weird.
Prologue
Indiana, 1996
Sara McKenna didn’t want to go inside. She wanted to go back home—to return to her smiling friends, her pink bedroom and her fuzzy Boo bear. The only thing she had left now was her Boo bear. Sara squeezed it tightly in her pale arms for the warmth it brought.
“Sara,” a deep male voice said soothingly from what seemed like miles above her.
She lifted her eyes to the man at a hesitant pace. Four days ago, her mama had told Sara that this strange man with his sleek blonde hair and cool blue eyes was her daddy. She’d believed it because Fintan had Sara’s eyes and hair.
He
had the eyes and hair her dark-haired, dark-eyed mama hadn’t had. Plus her mama wouldn’t lie to her.
But her mama
had
lied to her. She’d said she’d always be there. Maybe this man wasn’t
really
her daddy.
“Chin up, Sara,” Fintan said while lifting her chin with his thumb and his forefinger until they saw eye-to-eye. “You are my daughter. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are the light on a dark day.” He smiled then, stretching the wrinkles set in his cheek thin on his handsome face.
She couldn’t help but smile in return and bask in the glow of his praise.
“You go in now and make those children see the princess you are,” Fintan softly urged. “If you’re still smiling when I pick you up later, I’ll buy you a tiara.”
“A tiara,” Sara repeated with widening eyes. “A real tiara with diamonds and rubies and gold?”
Fintan’s lips stretched wider still. “A real tiara fit for a princess—
my
princess.”
Sara had to be smiling when she finished school. She had to go inside the old room and prove to them that she was a princess so she could earn her tiara.
She stared through the dirty glass into her new classroom. Small groups of children crowded around tables while the teacher sat at the front looking at a notebook. Sara cast an uncertain glance up at her father and found him watching her.
Sara wanted her tiara. More than that, Sara wanted to be the princess he said she was.
With a last tremulous nod for her new daddy, she lifted her chin high and then marched right in to her new class.
Four steps into the dusty room were all she made before a sharp voice snapped through the space.
“Who are
you
?”
Sara whirled to face the sound. A boy with unruly black hair and an angry face stared at her. She sensed he wasn’t like the others. He was like her.
He was a witch.
His green eyes narrowed as if he sensed she was like him too when everyone else around them was normal. A Darkwing Duck T-shirt fit snuggly above his grass-stained blue jeans. She liked Darkwing Duck too. Maybe they could talk about the funny things Launchpad did every week.
Sara opened her mouth to introduce herself but the boy interrupted her first.
“Are you just going to stand there looking at me all day?” he said with a nasty voice that reminded her of the big kid who knocked people on the ground at her last school. “Can you even
talk
?”
Soon the other kids joined in, making fun of her with pointed fingers and giggles until all but two blocked the door. They were a big pack of bullies with a mean boy as their leader and she didn’t like it one bit. Sara glanced to her daddy for help but found him already speaking to her new teacher in the hall outside. He was too busy to help her now.
What would a princess do?
A girl with pretty red hair and a frilly pink dress peeked out from behind the mean boy’s shoulder. The girl’s blue eyes were on Sara’s Boo bear. She walked up to the girl with the pretty hair, brushing past the mean boy without caring that he’d made a scary sound deep in his throat. Once she was there, she took the girl’s hand in hers, gently tugging her away from the boy.
Sara stepped to an empty spot where everyone would see. In a voice worthy of the best princesses, she announced, “My name is Sara McKenna and I’m going to be your new best friend. Want to hold my Boo bear? He’s a special bear!”
Nearly all of the bullies followed the pretty redhead when the girl left the group behind.
All but the mean leader.
“Where are you going?” he called out with a lifted pitch. But his friends were too interested in Sara and her special bear to answer.
The mean boy’s face went as red as Boo bear’s nose. “I’ll never speak to you again if you don’t get back here
right now
!” He stomped his fancy flashing sneakers angrily on the yellowed floor with dull thuds.
Sara shoved Boo bear into the pretty girl’s arms before the girl could change her mind.
With Boo bear securely in her grip, the redhead smiled at the mean boy. “She’s okay, Brent.”
The boy’s face flamed the color of autumn leaves burning bright. His lips quivered when they weren’t pressed into a line thinner than her hair ribbon.
Sara made her important announcement before the mean boy could scream at her. “Everyone gets to hold my bear for a little while and then I’ll tell you why he’s special.” She turned her head three inches and showed the bully her cheeriest smile. “You can hold him next…if you’re nice to me.”
The fire that flared in his green eyes told Sara more than any words could. This boy would never be nice to her. Sara would simply have to be the princess and make everyone
else
love her.
Chapter One
Pennsylvania - Present day
Sara caught the eye of the Physics major junior in the second seat from the right. She gave him her cheeriest smile, not because his attention was on her, but because he’d been staring at her breasts for the past fifteen minutes. She highly doubted he had any interest in learning about marketing for non-business majors. He was only here because he’d procrastinated all semester. Nearly everyone in the room had attended because this was the last of the available sessions in their honors program. But she would soak up the attention anyway. After all, she
was
sharing useful information.
When the male’s cheeks flushed pink, she moved on with the finale of her lecture. “And so, when marketing, you must be cognizant of the ethical impact of your campaign.”
Sara walked to the middle of the small auditorium’s amphitheater style stage. There she focused on her favorite apprentice. With a warm smile, she continued, “Consider stereotypes you may or may not be supporting, consider potentially inappropriate themes as well as sexual or violent overtones to your imagery and copy.” Sara glided to the left side of the stage. “And don’t forget that in our global economy you may not even be aware of the implications of your campaign’s meaning in a foreign country. So always…”
Sara sent a disappointed look at the person stepping into the room a full forty minutes late. Her breath caught upon meeting the narrowed green orbs across the room. She’d know those eyes anywhere. That head of unruly black hair had been a regular fixture in her life until she’d gone away to school.
This
school.
What was Brenton Conley doing
here
?
Someone cleared their throat. Perhaps the apprentice at the center of the room was attempting to snag her attention. She’d faltered in the middle of a sentence in front of a class filled with students.
What had she been saying?
After a beat of frantic thinking, she finished her thought. “Remember to always do your homework. Thank you all for coming.”
Agitation filled her as she buttoned up the lecture space. Clearly, she hadn’t done her homework. If she had, she might know why Brent was here.
It was three weeks from the close of classes. She wasn’t due home for another five weeks. Her father had booked her a vacation to Florida to celebrate the commencement of her yearlong leadership position at her alma mater. So why was her father’s pet guard dog here now?
“Great session, Sara.”
Sara nodded absently despite knowing the female voice belonged to her boss. One by one, she hit the buttons to lift the vinyl movie screen, increase the lights, and power off the projector.
The director of the honors program hovered beside the auditorium’s console desk. “How did your interview with NBC go?”
She cast a worried glance up at the Fire witch leaning against the blue-gray painted wall with his arms folded across his chest. The familiar black leather motorcycle jacket contrasted sharply against the paint nearly as much as the red T-shirt beneath did with his green irises. That once supple leather was stretched taut across the muscles it hid. Lips pressed thin and chin level with his chest, he looked impatient and annoyed—two emotions commonly on display when they were forced into each other’s presence.
But there was no indication he’d heard the woman’s question. Sara dearly hoped he hadn’t. Brent wasn’t supposed to know she’d interviewed for jobs in New York City.
Tearing her attention from him, she spoke barely above a whisper. “It went well.”
“I got a call from the H.R. department over at CNN,” the director continued in her steady voice, heedless of their audience.
Sara’s heart skipped for two different reasons. The first was that she’d really wanted the job at the twenty-four hour news network. And the second was from the fear
he
would overhear the conversation.
“Yes?”
“I think you’ll get an interview. I gave them a glowing review.” Her boss’s lips spread, revealing coffee-stained straight teeth set in a smile. “Good luck when you do. But you don’t need it, Sara. You’re wonderful and everyone who meets you knows it.”
Sara warmed beneath the woman’s praise. “Thank you very much, Mrs. Mills.”
She couldn’t help but think of the male at the back of the room.
He
didn’t think she was wonderful.
A colleague poked his head in, calling away the director. Sara’s heart skipped twice more. She’d soon be alone with Brent.
Did she have it in her to be civil to him? He’d rebuffed her every attempt to be his friend since the second grade. She’d given up at thirteen. That’s when he’d become
really
nasty.
