Harley’s P.O.V.

The shock wave hit me hard, flinging my hair across my face as Carlos pulled me tightly against his chest. He shielded me with his tall frame from flares of flame.

My heart lurched as another burst of fire lit the night. I could smell the burning wood, the thick stench of smoke, and oil clawing down my throat.

“Carlos!” I gasped, clutching his coat. “What is this?”

“Don’t worry, I am with you.”

He said, his voice rough against my ears. His body moved before my mind could catch up, pushing me behind a stone post as the fire roared and sparks rained down.

The sound of...