It wasn’t important. What was important now was to make him believe the truth, and to become one with him again. She was a survivor. She was a fire witch. She could do this.
Taking his hands, Felicia turned them palms up, leaned toward them and breathed out with full concentration, as if she were a dragon. A small ball of fire hovered an inch from his hands, and when she blew at it softly, it shaped itself into a heart, pulsing with heat and energy, growing by the second until it was casting its ruddy glow over them like a miniature sun.
“Do you think a ghost could do this?” she asked.
Joshua stared at the fire heart and at her, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes, ready to die again any moment.
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