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I stumbled on my feet, catching myself by the wall. The embers threatened to reveal themselves, each breath I took hotter than the last. My vision blurred, as I managed to standup right. The temperature around me dropped, then rose—like the embers in me were physically fighting whatever it was that had tried to attack me. Right in front of Arias were shadows. I squinted my eyes to get a better look at what I was seeing, or not supposed to see. The shadows, they swirled and sizzled, clinging to the air.

Emilia asked, her heart racing with fear. Ryder hesitated before answering. "It's a shadow within you, Emilia. A dark presence that's been awakened by your powers. We need to get rid of it before it consumes you completely." Emilia felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that she had to face this shadow, but she was afraid of what she might find. Ryder led Emilia to a secret chamber deep within the Blackwood estate, a room that seemed to exist outside of time and space. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the walls were adorned with ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a mysterious energy.

My breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as I stared at Marcus's lifeless body, the pool of blood around him spreading like ink on a parchment. I hadn't done this. I couldn’t have done this. Could I? A jolt of panic coursed through me, snapping me out of my frozen state. I backed away, my gaze darting around the room. The shadows on the walls seemed alive, coming closer to me. I needed to think, to move, but my legs felt like lead.

POV: Infirmary – Night of the Same Day The room had dimmed to whispers. The candles had long since burned low, and the world outside was snow and shadow. Ember lay still beneath wool blankets, her skin damp and too pale, her breathing shallow and uneven. And in her mind, something stirred. A whisper, too soft to trace. Then words—clear, cold. “This is what love costs you, Ember.” She turned in the fevered dark, trying to escape it, but the voice followed.

She always knew how to survive. But I had no room left for politics. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ember’s face under that light—half fury, half fire. I couldn’t tell if she was calling for me or warning me away. We moved through the burnt valleys at dawn, ash crunching under our boots. Scouts reported strange shadows hunting in the woods, things that wore the shapes of men but smelled like death. The witch’s shades. I could feel her circling us, waiting. Then I felt her.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

Matthias shouted to his parents, "Send Katana to my chambers now. Emma is in danger!" Matthias faded and entered their room to find Emma fading fast as a shadow sat upon her with a pillow held upon her head, suffocating her. He knew her heartrate was falling fast, and she was not long for this world. Charging at the shadow, he passed right through and fell upon the floor next to Emma. He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs.

There’s no need to sugarcoat urgent things like this. Ember went silent for a while, she looked at Liam, reading his thoughts and she couldn’t read him. He was so good at hiding his own emotions, Ember thought. “What did you see in that dream? Or whatever it is? I think you can help us if you tell me anything that you saw, it could be useful.” Ember swallowed the lump in her throat. What did she see? A lot of dead people. Blood. She saw death. She bit her lower lip to suppress the surges of her emotions. She saw young children being burned alive.

he growled. “Oh, I’m helping,” Ember sing-songed, clearly delighted. I buried my face in my hands. “I hate all of you.” No you don’t, Liora whispered slyly. You want them. You want everything. And soon, you won’t be able to resist. Later, after Ember went to stay at Liam’s and the Shadow Fangs finally left, it was quieter. Just me, Zander, and Rowan. I curled up on the couch under a blanket, still wearing Zander’s shirt, my body aching in ways that felt almost good now.

I frowned, that wasn't the plan! Then, something shifted. The air. I felt it immediately. A subtle distortion, like heat rising off stone under the sun, except colder. Thinner. Wrong. My eyes narrowed slightly. Emma exhaled slowly. And the shadows moved. Not like normal shadows. Not cast by the torch. These ones stretched. Twisted along the walls like living things. My breath stilled. I had seen many abilities. Many strange, dangerous things. But this was different. The shadows peeled away from the corners of the cell, pooling at Emma’s feet like dark water. Then they climbed slowly, and silently, spreading across the bars.