Climbing into my ancient Volvo, I turned the key, and the engine sputtered, followed by a thunk. I closed my eyes and tried again, opening them to discover smoke billowing from the hood. “No!” I jumped out of the car, but before I could hit the latch button to open it up and see what the problem was, I saw the first flame. “Nooo!” My car was on fire. Of course it was, because my life was hell—a flame’s natural habitat. I tried to stay calm as I bent to rummage in my purse for my phone. The pendant fell into my line of sight, and I shoved it out of the way. Spotting my phone on the front seat, I silently cursed and prayed to the gods for help as I opened the door to grab it. But a god didn’t answer. “That can’t be good,” an amused voice murmured in my ear, the heat of his breath tickling its shell. I whipped around, colliding into Gage, who caught me smoothly. “What are you doing here?” “You rang.” “I didn’t.” But he tapped the pendant. “Your prayers have been answered. You were asking the gods for help.” The stupid…