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This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

My magic surged, the shadows licking up my arms. “Property?” I growled. Nocturne's voice rumbled low beside me, “Over my fucking dead body.” I let the silence stretch, let it choke them. Then I whispered, “Agreed.” With a flick of my wrist, the torches dimmed and the room filled with smoke. They didn’t even have time to scream before I incinerated all five of them to ash. Nocturne waved his hand, and the remaining soot vanished, swept into a magical vacuum of flame and wind. We stood in silence for a moment, breathing in the char of justice.

Harrison stood there with a gloat on his face as he waited for the security guards to haul me out of the apartment, but when nothing happened, he began to get restless. He turned around and shot Jerry a look, saying, "What's going on? Are you refusing to comply with a house owner's request? What am I paying you for?" Jerry and I got along fairly well. He shot me a conflicted look before responding tentatively, "Mr. Leach, if I'm not mistaken, Ms. Stewart is the owner of this apartment."

“You think Burke became untouchable because he kept everything in one place? That’s why I disappeared. Because I knew. And I knew the second he found me, I’d be another name on the slab.” Hale stepped forward, the shift in his posture enough to cool the air. “Then why help us now?” “Because I’m tired of running.” The silence after that was heavy. Finally, Thorne moved back to the kitchen, pulled out a thin slip of paper from beneath a loose tile, and slid it across the table toward Hale. “Coordinates. The crematorium. You’ll have to dig under the incinerator. Bring explosives.” Cali folded her arms. “If it’s guarded?”

That's when I finally saw her clearly: she was Marilyn Monroe–level beautiful, with soft, fair skin and cheeks flushed a delicate red. She had not noticed the big screen, her eyes were half-closed, lost in the moment. When the camera caught us, I quickly straightened up, pretending nothing had happened. She looked up, saw herself on the screen, and her face flushed scarlet before she lowered her head. The celebrity on stage said, "This couple looks pretty close! Camera crew, see if there are any other couples around." At his command, the camera shifted to another pair. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. I slipped my arms around the girl's waist from behind, feeling the softness of her

I muttered under my breath as the door to the closest entry point blew off. “All clear,” I heard Jasmine say. “Proceed,” alex ordered. My chest tightened. She was inside and out of my sights. I couldn’t let it distract me though and risk the rest of the crew. Gunfire broke out from inside the building. I continued to sweep the area. “North corner,” I said. “We have an escape.” A large cargo van burst through. Another shot rang out from above me. “Disabled, escaping on foot,” Ben confirmed. “On it,” Baine said. I saw him round the corner and toss a grenade before cowering back to wait on the blast.”

“Light it up. Explode the whole building. Let everything burn. Leave nothing but flames and make sure he doesn’t make it out alive .” I hung up. Stefan Lombardi was about to learn what it really meant to play with fire.

“So we burn brighter.” They went live less than an hour later. The stream was titled “Inferno Rising.” Over 28 million viewers crashed the servers in the first minutes. The sanctuary felt alive with danger. The air was thick with coconut oil, sweet milk, sweat, and the sharp bite of adrenaline. Nearly forty family members had gathered, drawn by the chaos like moths to the flame. Sophia and Aurora stood at the center of the altar, oiled and radiant. Sophia’s heavy breasts were full and leaking, warm milk tracing slow, glistening paths down her skin. Aurora stayed pressed against her, their bodies sliding together with slick, intimate friction.

The crowd tried to attack me, but the hunters blocked them away. "Burn her, Burn her a life!" the crowd shouted. "No, please have mercy on my poor daughter, she's the only child I have living!" I heard my mom. "Take her away," Bazaar instructed one of his hunters. My mom cried as they went away with her. I cried out for her as well. The hunter took me to the high stony stage and tied my hand from behind to some large stick they were going to burn me with. I look at my side as they did noticing someone was already burned. My eyes widen discovering it was Turner. They burned him. I cried.

“I’m being rational.” “You’re being afraid.” I scoffed quietly and changed lanes. “Watch it.” The memory hit me again without permission. Her body was burning under my hands. The way she cried. The way she collapsed like something inside her had been unlocked. That wasn't an attraction and it wasn't a coincidence either. And I hated that I didn’t have an explanation yet. My phone buzzed. I answered without looking. “What’s the report? ” I asked. Darius didn’t bother with pleasantries. He never did when things were serious. “The fire started at the back of the stage. Electrical fault is the official story. But unofficially? It doesn’t sit right.”