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over the full moon. The group stared upward, enraptured.
    Brandon would have happily stared, as well, but a strange sensation distracted him from the view. His hand was warm but tingling. He glanced down to find orange sparks dancing over the fingers of his right hand, the hand closest to the brunette’s group of friends.
    At first he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but the flames grew larger, becoming a radiant orange glow that outlined his entire hand. It looked unreal. The fire slid up his shoulder, and he knew it wasn’t an illusion because he could feel its heat spreading over his skin like a bonfire. At the same time, a warmth filled his body.
    Brandon glanced around himself, but no one else had noticed the fire.
    And no one else had the same corona of flames around his body.
    What was going on? Matt and Dylan had come out of the restaurant and were arguing about who would drive. The brunette’s friends were fixated on the moon.
    But the sensation kept getting stronger. When the flames danced down his side, Brandon felt himself become sexually aroused. He was on fire, filled with lust and desire, simmering as he never had before. He spread his hands, looking down at his feet as they were illuminated by the strange orange fire; then a spark leapt from his fingertip.
    It cut a blazing arc through the air, one that spewed sparks as it scorched a trail through the night. The spark collided with the shoulder of the brunette. She jumped as if the spark had singed, then turned to look for its source. Her gaze locked with Brandon’s and he was shocked that her eyes seemed to be filled with light.
    She was glowing, her skin appearing golden and luminescent. There were sparks flying off the tips of her hair and her face was flushed.
    What was going on? Her eyes rounded in surprise and her lips parted. Brandon felt another simmer of sexual desire and saw an answering heat in her eyes. Their gazes held across the golden glow of light, and the brightness intensified. Sizzling. Crackling. Demanding. Brandon felt as if they were alone, standing outside of time, as the light brightened between them.
    For a moment, he didn’t think about the flames. He simply saw the pretty brunette looking at him,
really
looking at him.
    Without using Chen’s powder.
    He sensed her interest as keenly as he could smell the flowers in her lei. His dragon senses sharpened in that disconcerting way, but for once, he was glad of the detail. He heard her pulse leap and felt her inhale quickly. He could smell her body’s natural perfume, almost disguised by the smell of the flowers. He saw her flush a little and he knew that she was attracted to him.
    Just him.
    He hadn’t had to encourage her with that powder of Chen’s. That was so special that Brandon wanted to be even closer to her.
    He had to know more.
    Brandon took a step into the golden halo of light, liking how her eyes widened a little in awareness, liking that he could now see just how blue they were.
    His heart was pounding so hard that he felt dizzy—no, he felt dizzy because his heart was matching its pace to hers. He could hear her pulse and his own and felt them synchronize. It was a powerful and overwhelming sensation. The beat resonated through his body, pulsed through his veins, made him sharply, keenly, utterly aware of her. She was the center of his world. His sun.
    When she smiled, he wanted to be hers.
    That was when Brandon realized what was happening. He was having his firestorm. He was meeting his destined mate, the one woman in his entire life who could bear his son.
    He’d heard about the firestorm, but only vaguely,from his parents. He’d never really thought it would happen to him—or that if it did happen, it would be centuries from now. But as he stood and felt the burn of the firestorm, he experienced a new clarity of thought.
    This woman had seemed special and different to him because she
was
special and different. This