Although Yohan had his back turned to his uncle, his gaze never left him, sharp and unblinking, waiting for the opening he needed.
The instant the lighter left his uncle's hand, Yohan moved. His body cut through the air in a single, fluid dive. It might have been reckless to anyone else, but to him, it was something he knew he could do.
The flame spun weightlessly, a spark of destruction suspended between life and death. Yohan's hand closed around it with precise timing, smothering the fire in his palm and snapping it into nothing.
Helen stood frozen behind him, her breath caught in her throat. Fear rooted her to the spot, her heart hammering as she realized how close they had both come to being consumed in flames.
"Yohan…" Helen whispered, but her voice snagged in her throat, barely more than a breath.
His uncle had already shut the door and sprinted out the shop entirely, so he didn't get to witness Yohan's incredible feat.
