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But when she realized, she quickly apologized. However, she was still bent on telling him her own cent of the truth. “You do know that this particular ‘boring’ event is being covered by The Echo, right?” she asked casually, knowing how to push just the right buttons. “They’ll have open mics for poetry, you love poetry and rumor has it, a few editors will be there. It could be… exposure.” That caught his attention. He glanced up.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

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.

The fire on the beach had died down and all that remained were the glowing embers, and the remains of the charred woman, roped to the stake. Faye looked down. She was wearing a long white dress and her feet were bare as she walked over the burning embers, her arm outstretched to touch the woman’s blackened face. Her eyes were open. ‘Help me, ’the woman whispered, as hot blood flowed from her mouth, over Faye’s hand. ’Please help me. ’

Raven ignored her, going to the tap with a glass cup and turning on the faucet as she said in one breath, "Mum, where's Armando? The one who cooks?" Annabelle turned to look at her daughter, and let her eyes sweep through her body. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" Raven immediately gulped down the water, hissing when it didn't do anything to reduce the burn then put her hand under the faucet, splashing water on her face before groaning. "Why am I on fire?!" As she turned to face her Mother, there was an amused look on the older woman's face that weirdly irritated her. "What's funny?"

Water and Doom rushed toward the unfolding scene, trying to help Coal out of Luciano’s grasp. But before they could be of any help. Coal had decided to help himself out. By bringing to life a huge flame flickering all over his body. The flame grew hotter and hotter around his skin, turning his body into a red-hot block of wildfire. The fire rose with super speed to Luciano’s hand on Coal’s neck. Water and Doom, with wide eyes and mischievous grins, huddle away from both Coal and Luciano. With their faces being illuminated by the wild glow of the fire.

It was the only one in this area, purposefully secluded from the village for some reason. Its wood went up in embers, feeding the hungry fire as it devoured the entire cabin. But I knew there was still someone inside. Without hesitation, Celeste jumps straight into the fire. I hold our breath to not inhale any smoke as my eyes busily searched for the person, but it was not easy, when my entire vision was orange with the fire and foggy with the smoke. It was annoying and I desperately wanted to get the fire off my fur with my powers, but I worried the fire would fly away and spread to the entire forest and the coven, thus instigating a bigger disaster.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

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Jax coughed, the smoke clawing at his throat. He didn't have time to hunt her. The fire was spreading across the wool rug, licking at the legs of the sofa where Ginny lay unconscious. Jax ripped off his tactical vest, using the heavy Kevlar plates to beat back the flames, stomping with his heavy boots until the fire died down into a smoldering, acrid mess.