The result was instantaneous. Warmth coursed rapidly through her, faster than ever before when she willingly allowed it to. Her nerves were on fire, literally, and the tips of her fingers that clutched onto the shirt of her attacker shot with unexpected flames.
Cain jumped back, yelping in pain as his shirt burst into flames. He beat furiously down on it, trying to make it stop but it only grew larger. Ena swept back the stray strands of hair that stuck to her face, tugging her tank top back down with the other hand as she glared at Cain with complete hatred.
Her fear from before had vanished, now replaced by an inevitable temptation for vengeance.
“Make it stop!” He shouted, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it down on the floor. But the fire was on him.
Ena smiled, stepping closer till she was level with Cain who was now on the floor, whimpering in pain.
“Don’t you know how to treat a lady?”