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Stephen said, "Or are you holding out for him, keeping yourself pure?" The words pierced Elaine's inner turmoil like a needle. She paused, her heart racing, and then she made her move. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she cradled his face, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his. Passion did not always need love to ignite into a blazing fire. Elaine had not touched a drop of alcohol that night, yet she felt utterly drunk at the moment. Lost in the intensity, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her short nails carving fervent trails across his skin.

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Then I picked it up and held it in both hands and felt the warmth that came off it immediately — steady and deep and familiar in the way that the flame was familiar, in the way that my wrist mark was familiar, in the way that certain things are familiar not because you have encountered them before but because they belong to something in you that is older than your own memory. I opened the first page. The title was written in the common tongue in handwriting so old it was barely legible, the ink faded to the palest brown, the letters formed in a style that belonged to another century. The Flame Keepers: A True and Complete Account of Their Nature, Their Power, and Their Bond With the Dragon T

Something that would kneel, obey, and surrender completely while she took everything. She stepped into the circle. The air immediately thickened, pressing against her skin like warm velvet. She raised the athame, point to the north, and began the invocation in a low, steady voice, English laced with fragments of Enochian and something older, something that tasted of iron and ozone on her tongue. “I call thee, bound by blood and will. I name thee vessel of my hunger. Come forth in flesh I shape, in form I claim. Be mine to command, mine to ruin, mine to ride until the stars bleed.

I held that nozzle down and kept the flame there and didn’t stop until I’d coated him head to toe with flames that looked like the purest, cleanest things I’d ever seen. The man in yellow, painted in vibrant shades of red and orange, stood there and burned. No screams of rage or pain, no thrashing or wailing. He just stood there, on that stage, burning. When the flames touched that book, it exploded. No shit. It leaped into flame and exploded. For a moment its flames looked bright green, as if something foul and poisonous was burning.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

the guy chuckled then sniffed releasing me from his hold “I’m not on something, I’m mad that you filthy rich piece of shit just bounces in this area to my ex-girlfriend’s home. You want to show off you have money? Huh?” he pushed me. My heart started to beat as an unusual feeling of tingling sensation on my arms started. I felt my arms sweat. No one has actually ever provoked me the way this guy was doing at the moment, not at home, not at school. No one has ever pushed me.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.