“Okay,” Aaron said, settling into a catcher’s stance. “Throw it at me as hard as you can.”
Carter eyed him doubtfully, tossing the baseball from hand to hand. “You know that would probably kill you, right?”
Aaron frowned at the bucket of baseballs by his brother’s feet. “Well, maybe not that hard. But it has to be fast,” he said. “Fast enough that I couldn’t dodge it normally.”
“I thought you hated using your power,” Brennan said. He lounged in a deck chair, tossing a baseball in the air and occasionally setting it on fire. Only the slight rasp in his voice betrayed that he’d been in a burning house two days before.