"Aziz!" Pita screamed. She flung up her arm to shield her eyes from the brilliant light. This was horrible. Aziz was dying, being burned alive by the same spirit creature that had killed the mage in the alley. Pita was terrified. Yet she could not run. It wasn’t fear but guilt that held her fast. How many times in the past few days had she run out on someone, left them to die? Much as she disliked Aziz, she couldn’t add his name to the list. Not after she’d been responsible for his store being torched. Besides, she wasn’t really here—her body was back in the basement of the department store. Nothing could hurt her, right?