Bast Fire scroll

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just…” I waved my flaming hand about helplessly.

“Mmm.” The scroll seemed to make Bast uncomfortable. “Let me see what I can do.”

She knelt next to me and began to chant.

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She finished her chant, and the scroll’s flames sputtered out. My hand unclenched. The papyrus dropped into my lap.

Chapter 3