MasukWhew! Okay, lets all take a deep breath... That was intense! so let's talk about what just happened. Doctor Owen—our fragile helpful, loyal doctor—just saved himself by throwing Arnold under the bus? No, wait—that wasn't just under the bus. That was under the entire metro station, tracks and all. Poor Arnold. Also... that fire came out of NOWHERE. Suspicious? Or just bad luck for Elder Isaiah? You tell me! 👀 Owen escaped. Isaiah is going to Jail. The fire changed everything. Buckle up, friends—things are about to get wild. 🔥 As much as I would like to hear from you guys, please let's avoid spoiler alert on the comment section. 🙏
Killian quickly grabbed a nearby glass of water and doused the fire before it could spread. When he turned back to Annie, she was staring at her hands with a mixture of horror and frustration."I can't even kiss you without setting things on fire?" she scoffed. "This is ridiculous!"Killian studied her, his analytical mind working through what Doctor Owen had said about fire witches. "You're nervous around me."Annie's eyes snapped to his. "What?""Fire witches harness their power through emotions. Doctor Owen was very clear about that." He stepped closer. "Your magic responds to what you're feeling. Fear. Anxiety. Excitement. Arousal." His voice dropped on that last word. "You're nervous with me, Annie. Why?"She opened her mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn't come. Because he was right. She was nervous—not afraid, but something else. Something that made her heart race and her skin flush and her magic spark to life like kindling catching fire."I just..." She swallowed hard. "Thi
Doctor Owen gestured for her to sit. Reluctantly, Annie perched on the edge of a sofa, as far from everyone else as possible.Doctor Owen looked at her while really hoping that his words wouldn't break her. His face showed that he really cared about her."Ember Born witches have existed for thousands of years," Doctor Owen began, settling back into his chair. "They're born with the ability to create, control, and manipulate fire. But it's not just about flames—Ember Born can sense heat signatures, they manipulate temperatures, travel through flames, and they have supernatural hearing. Let's say someone was at the gate, and they whispered. You could hear them if you concentrated.""Wow... Not bad at all." Dante muttered."Killian turned to Annie, "So that's how you were able to hear me on the phone the other day–about Diego."Annie nodded slowly, and guilt flushed her face. She had been keeping a secret from Killian since. "That day at your office, I heard him say that you were doomed
Annie—" Killian called. "You came back."But Annie was backing away now, "I hurt someone. I almost—killed you. I'm—I'm dangerous. I'm—""You're scared," Killian said firmly. "You're confused. But you're not dangerous. Not to me—""I BURNED YOU!" Annie screamed, and fresh tears poured down her face. "Look at your arm! Look what I did!"Killian glanced down at his left arm. It was bad—second-degree burns at least, the skin red and blistered. It hurt like hell."It's not—nothing!" Annie was crying now, her whole body shaking. "I did that—Oh God–stay away–"She couldn't finish. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.She turned and ran towards the back of the house. Through the kitchen. Out the sliding glass door that led up to the terrace."Annie!" Killian called after her but Dante grabbed his uninjured arm."Let her go for a second," Dante said. "Give her a minute to—"Killian shook him off. "She's terrified. She needs me.""You're burned," Kael said, moving to examine Killian's arm. "You ne
Annie had just finished cooking, had her shower, and was looking all fresh in a new orange colour dress that hugged her body perfectly.She had been cooking all afternoon with the maid's help—roast chicken, mashed potatoes, roasted asparagus, homemade dinner rolls, and a vanilla cake for dessert. Everything was perfect. This was her way of saying thank you to Dante and Kael for everything. The aroma in the villa was nose-blinding. "They're here," Killian called from the living room.Annie wiped her hands with a napkin and walked out to greet their guests.Dante, Kael, and Mallory had all arrived at the same time. Dante was wearing jeans and a casual button-down shirt, looking relaxed and ready to eat. Kael was more formal in dark slacks and a sweater, standing next to Mallory.Mallory wore a burgundy dress that hugged her figure, her auburn hair styled in loose waves. She looked beautiful and polished, but her expression was cold and guarded. Her green eyes swept over every corner o
The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting soft gold across the sheets. Killian's hand reached instinctively across the bed—and found nothing but cold linen where Annie should have been.His heart stopped.He sat up sharply, every muscle tensing as his eyes swept the space beside him. The argument from last night came rushing back—her tears, his assertiveness, the gap that had opened between them when she saw the depths of what he truly was.She's gone.She left me.The thought sliced through him like a blade. He threw off the blankets and moved with barely controlled panic, first to her old room but it was empty. The bathroom was empty too. Each vacant space he opened confirmed his worst fear. His breathing came faster, though his face remained a careful mask. He couldn't fall apart yet.He forced himself to walk to the sitting room, preparing for the emptiness or the note she might have left saying goodbye.Instead, he found her.Annie stood by the dining table,
Dante and Kael's eyes widened—searching Killian's eyes for a follow-up explanation. "I mean she just knew. The moment Diego walked into my office with the contract, Annie told me not to sign it. Said something was wrong with it. I asked how she knew and she couldn't explain. She just knew." Killian paused. "I really don't know how she knew the contract was fraudulent.""That's the strangest thing I've heard today," Kael said."Maybe the pregnancy is changing her," Dante said. "Maybe pregnancy instinct—If there's anything like that—I don't know." He shrugged. "Maybe," Killian said, but he didn't sound convinced. "Either way, she saved the company millions of dollars and potentially billions in lost reputation and legal fees."He pulled out another folder—this one thicker—and set it on the desk. "I also had our forensic accountants dig into Diego's records. He's been stealing from the company for three years."Both Dante and Kael went very still."How much?" Kael asked, his voice dang







