The entire upstairs of the split-level was consumed, flames blazing through shattered windowpanes. Winterbourne Way was one of those residential neighborhoods that took two weeks to build, where each house had exactly a quarter of an acre of land and everything looked identical.

Except this one would look like a charred mess in the morning.

Three fire trucks lined the road out front, firefighters and EMTs scurrying around in the front yard.

No one was screaming tonight. He couldn’t even hear smoke detectors.

The fire was making him jittery, like the fury was seeping into his skin and begging him to throw a punch or something.

Gabriel jammed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, wishing for his lighter. He’d left everything in the Jeep, not wanting to take the chance of losing something and being tracked back here. Knowing someone was investigating these fires made him cautious.

“What do you think?” he said.

Hunter shifted the reflective coat under his arm. The helmet sat at his feet, reminding Gabriel that he hadn’t saved everyone last night. “There’s a lot of power to this one.”

“No shit. Is anyone trapped?”

Hunter looked at him sideways. “Don’t know. Want to go see?”

Gabriel kept thinking of what Hannah had said about an arsonist. Did that mean someone else could be here, watching this same fire from the shadows, pouring his own desire for destruction into the flames? Another Elemental, maybe?

It felt odd, to consider that he might be sharing the darkness with another guy who shared his affinity for fire.

“There are firefighters in there,” said Hunter.

Gabriel knew that. The fire practically screamed with rage when the water from the hoses hit it. With the amount of fury pouring from the house, he had a strong suspicion that the fire wanted to kill them.

He put out a hand. “Give me the jacket.”

This time, Gabriel was glad for the cloak of smoke and darkness. The girl he’d rescued last night didn’t know he wasn’t a firefighter, but real firemen probably would. He could hear them talking to each other, yelling orders about checking the walls.

He didn’t know what that meant, but he knew to stay the hell out of their way.

He snuck through a back window on the lower level. Not too much fire on this floor, but the smoke was dense. He dropped to his knees so the smoke would stop burning his lungs. Trails of fire came to him right away, proud of the destruction, bragging like those idiots at school who left stink bombs in lockers.

Look. Look what we did.

Gabriel ran a hand through the flames. He’d never felt power like this. Fire always wanted to consume, to destroy, but this . . .

this was different. This fire wanted to level the entire house. To kill everyone in it.

And it wanted Gabriel to help.

Maybe someone else had started this fire, lit a match or poured gasoline. Before last night, he’d never been around a fire set with the sole purpose to cause harm. Flames in a fireplace never carried this kind of anger. When he lit the grill on the back porch, it never showed a desire to do anything more than burn fuel and oxygen. Even his flames in the woods weren’t full of anger, just curiosity gone overboard. Did this fire know the arsonist’s intent? Would it act on it?

He had no idea.

The floors creaked above him, and Gabriel flinched sideways.

He could feel the heat through the ceiling, knew the firemen were trying to clear the house and put out the flames.

The fire didn’t want them here.

It raced away from him, burning up the walls to the ceiling.

“No!” he called.

The fire laughed at him. Don’t just stand there. Help.

He reached up and swiped a band of fire off the ceiling, pulling the flames into his hands to blow them into nothingness.

More fire replaced them immediately.

This would be so much easier with Nick.

The floors creaked again, and he heard the firemen shout to each other. He couldn’t hear the words, but they carried a tone of panic. Gabriel had no idea how long these floors would hold.

Then he heard what they were shouting. “Out! Everybody out!”

Good. They were going. They’d be safe.

The fire raged. Flames tore at the walls, eating at the ceiling.

He had no idea where the flames were coming from, but Gabriel knew they were going to bring the house down with everyone inside.

So he called the fire to him.

It took everything he had and then some. Hunter had to be just outside, feeding him power, because he’d never been able to control a fire of this magnitude on his own. But he appealed to the rage and fury, promising the fire it could bring the house down if those firemen escaped. Promising to help. Promising it would be f**king spectacular.

The flames encircled him the way they had in the woods that night and they were still coming, burning through the walls and throwing choking smoke into the air until Gabriel couldn’t see anything.

But the firefighters were escaping. He could feel the fire’s regret as they poured out the door upstairs.

Gabriel smiled. This fire could bring down the building in a minute. For now, he held the control.

Then he heard the crack. The creak of splitting wood.

And a firefighter was coming through the floor.

Gabriel couldn’t move for a moment. At first he lost the man in the smoke, but then he darted forward, feeling burning splinters slice his palm. Then he hit something solid a body. The guy had to have broken a leg or something bodies just didn’t lie like that naturally. His helmet had come off, lost somewhere in the fire, and he was cursing a blue streak. Gabriel almost couldn’t hear him over the roar of flames.