Isabella turned slowly. Very slowly.
"You want to die?" she asked sweetly.
Osiris grinned. "I just think it's strange the fire hasn't tried to barbeque me yet."
Isabella blinked.
Then she blinked again.
He… had a point.
She turned back to the cave's fiery mouth, watching as the entrance glowed a brilliant molten red. It flickered gently, quiet… calm.
Osiris stepped forward and nothing happened.
No fire.
No explosion.
Not even a spark.
She turned her head toward him, slowly.
He raised his brows. "What? It likes me."
"Don't flatter yourself."
"It's probably a phoenix thing."
She sighed and closed her eyes for a second. Of course it was a phoenix thing. He was made of fire. The cave probably thought he was its long-lost cousin or something.
"Wait," she muttered under her breath. "That's it."
She turned back toward Glimora and gestured quickly.
"Come here. We're going in."
Osiris frowned. "We? You just got singed."
"You're going in first."
He blinked.
"I am?"
