"Yes, I'm Noah," the pyrokinetic confirmed. "And there's a price to pay for everything." He stood beside her, letting his gaze sweep over the flowers. That magnetic sensation didn't go away even now that he had located her. There was the slightest scent in the air, fighting with the perfumed plants, and he knew it was Elfleda. And power. There was definitely power there.
"Fern." He said the name contemplatively. "You want a place like this, don't you?" The pyrokinetic gestured around them. "But without all the people getting in the way. Private, only for you." The words dangled on an invisible lure, his tone gentle. Noah moved to her opposite side, the side with the blood-stained fingers.