‘Trust me,’ Leo whispered to Amira. Leo took one last look at the room. Donovan is on his radio, talking to someone. The other guards had not mov...ed, but seem to have relaxed slightly. Leo’s watch beeped. Donovan looked over in annoyance, and for a moment, Donovan locked gaze with Leo. Donovan’s eyes widened in shock as he flung himself to the ground, at the same moment as Leo flung himself on top of Amira. The wall next to the door exploded and hundreds of paintballs full of pepper juice. But I’ve got a question. I went from Hauser to C.S. Lewis...”“Narnia?”“No. The Discarded Image. It’s an intro to mediaeval and renaissance literature. There’s a pdf online.”“Oh.”“I thought the literature might lend an insight into the visual art.”“And?...”“And I came upon this list [reading from her screen]: ‘Reginald Scot mentions fairies (and nymphs) among bugbears used to frighten children: ‘Our mothers’ maids have so terrified us with bull-beggars, spirits, witches, urchins, elves, hags,. I'll do it."He walked cautiously over to the cone shaped metal fireplace, reaching for the valve handle as though he was afraid it would burn him. As he approached the flames raged higher, and even before he touched the handle it was a roaring inferno that seemed to raise the temperature in the apartment a good ten degrees. He lurched back, gasping, and the flame sank back to a dancing, flickering glow."How'd you do that?" As far as I could see he hadn't touched a thing. "Some kind of a gimmick. I knewHolly was tired of her job as a waitress and spent far more of her timeand energy into developing her social media influencing career. I didn'tconsider it a real job, but then I was hardly one to talk about hard work- besides, it made her happy. Also, despite her influencing being in itsinfancy, it surprisingly seemed to make her just as much money as hercurrent job did. All she needed was one good sponsor; one good branddeal, and I figured she'd strike it rich. Perhaps that was what this.