"Small fire, Lee. I said to light a small fire. This is not small."

The boy shrugs.

"Go big or go home, right."

Skylar screeches.

"We are literally faking our deaths right now. It doesn't get any bigger."

Lee raises an eyebrow.

"Or does it?"

The girl shakes her head, before turning towards Daemon.

"Okay," she mutters, "do your thing."

He grins, clicking his fingers and watching as a layer of thick smoke surrounds her.

"All clear?"

He nods.

"Great, now I can scratch that one off my bucket list."

"Who puts running away from assassins disguised as a cloud of smoke, on their bucket list?"

Skylar sighs.

"Sarcasm, Daemon. That was sarcasm."

"Huh."

She grabs a hold of Lee's sleeve and wrenches him towards her.

"Let's go."