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She slandered Andrew through video and some articles in the online media. Lila knew Andrew had banned Carla for some modelling work. Also she was certain that Andrew wouldn't hurt Carla physically. But the fire in his eyes told differently. Having decided to give Carla a second chance, she would try her best to persuade Andrew. If he still wouldn't want to forgive Carla, well, she won't force him. Not in this Magnolia Gallery, where curious eyes were lurking. Fixing eyes with Andrew, Lila curved her lips into a stiff smile. "Can we talk?"

” Are you here alone? “No. Mom will be right up. Forgot her phone in the car..” Lola glanced at his hands and regained her manners. “Oh, forgive me. Please come in.” She said and opened the door wide enough for him to pass through with the bags in his hand. James walked past her and just as the door was about to close, it was held back and Mrs Andrew’s round face came into view. “Hold up.. coming through!” Petra was plump and had a cheerful demeanor.

replied Jeremy understandingly. “Yup, see you tomorrow then!” Ilona said. "Yes, good night Ilona," Jeremy greeted. “Good night,” Ilona answered back. Ilona was a little relieved because she already knew that her date wasn't mad at her. Ilona took a book from her bag, she opened page after page while leaning on the cold hospital chair, in the end, the kind-hearted woman fell asleep. Looks like today's holiday is quite busy for her, Ilona the workaholic is fast asleep in the hospital chair.

Andrew. I cursed his name under my breath, my fists clenching so tightly my knuckles turned white. He had been there, right under our noses, pretending to be a friend, Shenaya’s friend. Now, he’d kidnapped her, stolen Zoey, and sold Lucy into slavery. My mind was spinning, rage surging through my veins like wildfire. And then there was Skylar. How had she come back? I saw her dead body myself. Andrew’s note echoed in my mind: *“The only way you can get rid of Skylar is if her body is burnt. Unless you do that, she is still coming for you.”*

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

She asks as she runs a long back nail down Andrew’s chest. Before I have a chance to tell my mother to back off, Lyra has ripped Andrew back by his collar and flames are shooting from her fingertips. I have rarely seen Lyra jealous, and I have to admit it is a little amusing watching her stand up to a witch to protect her mate. Lilith is staring at Lyra with curious amusement as Lyra growls and more flames shoot from her fingertips. “She is no doubt a descendent of the Fire Sisters,” Lilith muses as she turns to the other woman. I believe Andrew called her Grace.

⸻ Then suddenly— The page burst into flames. The book screamed. ⸻ Reality screamed. ⸻ The sky cracked. ⸻ And the name vanished. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Forever. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Message The burning page released one final sentence. ⸻ A sentence directed only at Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ The letters glowed brightly. ⸻ Then slowly faded. ⸻ “The answer was never a word.”

But understanding didn't make it hurt any less. I sighed to myself and dragged myself to bed. I breathed in and closed my eyes, slipping into a deep sleep. I found myself running through a forest, my wolf howling in desperation. I heard Ilaria screaming my name. "Reed! Reed, please—" I burst into a clearing and found her on the ground, surrounded by flames. Her eyes were wide with terror and blood pooled beneath her body. "Ilaria!" I tried to reach her, but the fire rose higher, pushing me back. Through the flames, I watched her hand reach toward me, fingers trembling.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

Through the link, Elara felt his vulnerability, the fear that he wasn't enough, countered by the overwhelming truth that, for him, she was the only star in the sky. ​He cupped her face, his palms warm and scarred, a stark contrast to the coolness of her Ice-Fire. Elara leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she let out a long, shuddering breath. The "Slow Burn" that had simmered through forest treks, library whispers, and bloody battles finally ignited.