The Fire That Chose Me
“Tell me, girl, has he ever spoken of the blood that runs in his veins? Of the monster who sired him?”
The fire inside Evelynn stirred, sharp and protective. She stepped out from behind Aiden, ignoring the way his hand shot out as if to hold her back. “Enough games,” she snapped, though her voice trembled at the edges. “Say what you mean.”
The man’s smile widened, all teeth. “Very well. Aiden Wolfe—your fierce protector, your tragic lover—is the son of Kael Wolfe. The same Kael who nearly burned this land to ash twenty years ago.”