When Lucy insinuated that Maya was a danger to others, she felt the hellfire raise to the surface, but pushed it down and let tears sting the corner of her eyes instead. She nodded. Yes, she was dangerous. That was what worried her. It wasn't only her, and it was only a matter of time before there was more than simple property damage.


“Thank you,” she said, as they made their way out of the shop, luckily without attracting the attention of the employees. “For at least talking to me.”


When they got outside, Maya looked at the girl. “Are you the one who was on fire?” She let her hand transform again, holding it close and shielding it from public view. This time, the skin around her face gave off a flickering purple glow as well, as if there was fire just beneath the surface. With an obvious effort, she pushed it back down again.


“How do you keep it inside?”