Fire in Ice
After suffering a rare illness, straight-A student Cara Scotto struggles to deal with lingering side effects. Refusing to admit she can’t handle the disruptions in her otherwise normal life, she tries to move on and heal.
Alexander DeMarsh is unhappy about returning to his small hometown for three weeks. He prefers living in the city, where he attends an elite boarding school far away from his overprotective parents. Sure, they have reason to worry about him. As a Generator, Alex’s body constantly manufactures supernatural energy that’s often difficult to control.
Over winter break, Alex runs into Cara and picks up on the powers they share. Soon, he realizes Cara is the only person in the world who has any chance of understanding him. But first, he needs to find a way to draw out her supernatural abilities without revealing too many secrets of his own.
14+ due to adult situations
Pete put a tail on the girl, Cara Scotto. Around ten, I’m sitting in the basement, watching basketball on my super-sized TV, when he calls to tell me the “target” left the movies and arrived at The Firehouse with her friends. Really? That hole in the wall? I’ve never set foot in the joint, but now I need to convince Kyle to go there with me.
I click the remote and the TV snaps off. “I’m bored. Let’s take a ride.”
Kyle doesn’t even bother looking my way. “You want to drive around Amber Lea for no apparent reason?”
“C’mon. My dad claims his new car does zero to eighty in record time. Your team’s losing and I need to get out of this house.” Which is true. I’m ready to explode from all of the energy bottled inside of me. I just don’t want to go to The Firehouse, burst into a ball of flames, and watch the replay on YouTube tomorrow.
Aside from this target-chasing nonsense, winter break has already reared its ugly head in the form of James P. DeMarsh.
Dad found me today and he cut right in with the ‘What are you doing with your life, Alexander? You need to plan, Alexander. Your life is different from everyone else. You can’t assume everything will turn out well without any effort.’
What does he want from me? I get good grades, stay out of trouble—most of the time—and show up for all of his mandatory social functions to act the part of my dignified, charming self. Yes, I have issues, but so does everyone else in the world. I just don’t revolve my life around my issues the way he does.
After five minutes of trash talk, Kyle agrees to ride into town. When I pull up in front of The Firehouse, he starts to laugh.
“You’re kidding, right? This is a joke?”
“No joke, Ky. Pete requested take-out from his favorite joint. I like to keep the big guy happy in case he sees anything incriminating on those cameras of his.”
“Alex. We’re not going in there.” He jerks his thumb at a scrawny guy huffing a cigarette. “Pay that guy to pick up Pete’s effing dinner.”
“Since when are you into bribes?” I cut the engine and shove Kyle against the door of the car. “C’mon. You’re my intimidator.” At least he looks scarier than me with his ridiculous height. I can snap a person in two faster than he can blink, but no one’s supposed to know about that.
Ten minutes of torture to prove Doctor Eric Barnes has no idea what he’s talking about.
We walk into the dive and a hush goes over the crowd, as usual. The locals whisper and point, as usual. I avoid making eye contact with anyone, as usual, just hand the girl behind the counter my card and tell her “Pick-up for DeMarsh.” But if I don’t at least glance around, how will I find her? I forgot to ask Pete what she looks like.
So I decide on my own type of test. I clear my mind and channel my energy. Then, I release a small blip into the atmosphere. Like finds like.
The response is instantaneous. I pick up on the charge released when Cara’s brain shifts into supernatural gear. My eyes dart through the crowd until I find her, trying to act like she’s not looking for me. We zero in on each other and time freezes.
She feels it. Hold up. She feels my energy? She reacted, so she must.
My breath catches in my chest. I need to talk to her. When she looks away, I check out the guy sitting next to her with his glazed eyes focused on the basketball game. I shouldn’t start trouble if she’s with someone else. But I have to say something.
“Let’s go, Alex.” Kyle grabs a stack of pizzas and heads for the door like he’s ready to storm a fort.
As I close in on her table, she purposely avoids eye contact, but I stop anyway.
“Are you Cara Scotto?”
She snaps her attention on me, her green eyes wide under glittery make-up. “Do we know each other?”
Her voice sounds perfectly controlled, low and calm. But I sense the freak-out vibe pulsing out of her.
I reintroduce myself and we exchange a few meaningless sentences. The guy next to her shoots me a hard stare. Kyle barges out of the place, fed up to the point where he’s ready to let me walk home with Pete’s dinner.
I want to ask her if she knows what she’s capable of. I’m guessing by her clueless reaction that the answer is no. She would’ve reacted differently if she understood what we have in common.
Now I have to see her again. Find some way to test her. Just her versus me, no friends along for the ride.