William felt his power falling away, and this time, he made
a controlled landing near his clothes, rolling across the sand so that he
extinguished his flames.
William rejoiced in his fiery flight, releasing the pent-up
power flow over his wings, trailing sparks high up enough that they couldn’t
harm Teresa or the others.
Bryant tried to get Brutus to look in his eyes, but Brutus
turned his gaze downward every time Bryant glanced his direction. Brutus’s
burns glared angrily in the sunshine.