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Now she fought the panic down in an attempt to force her brain to function. During the drive, the three of them had come up with several scenarios and plans of attack depending on how many guys Petrov had and where they were situated. Boris kept Vlad's enforcers on the line so they would know what to do. Mercer came up with the best plans, earning Jane's respect. She suspected that he had been military at some point in his colourful career. He thought like a field sergeant who was entirely focused on bringing out his man and taking out the enemy. Jane might even admire him except for the feeling she had that he was a savage wolf hiding poorly among the flock in his sheep's clothes.

The flames grew and emitted the darkest smoke when the shadow vampires fanned it and threw more wood and coals into it. Minly cried and asked for forgiveness but Skotieno was deaf to the sound of her agony and threw her close to the fire. Minly tried to run away but the shadow vampires surrounding her immediately pointed their spears at her. Minly was in chains, trapped by these merciless vampires, and all she could do is walk her back toward the crackling call of the flames. The flames of her unfortunate death, ready to burn her soul. “AHHH FUCK!” Minly screamed when she felt a spear stabbing her shoulder, pushing her to the flames. “PLEASE! I CAN FIND THE ONE WHO DID THIS, I HAVE FOUND AN

"Is that really the story?" "I'm summarizing," Marcellus said. "And skipping parts. See, this is the part I find very interesting." "The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart."

Lottie spoke at length about everything she learned about herself and her powers, and she and Arly are the same potent mix of magic and fyre. That was one of the things she pointed out. The difference between natural fire, and Dragon Fyre, and how the latter is… well, it sounds terrifying. Marcel’s scars were caused by dragon’s breath, which has a fraction of the heat of Fyre, and it took a coven of witches to sustain and heal him as much as they did. If you are thinking Imelda was one of those witches, you would be right. I thought she looked young to be Hunter’s grandmother, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

The bullet had gone clean through—painful as hell but nothing critical. I'd had worse. But all I could think about was Cat waiting at home, probably furious that I'd gotten hurt. She was going to kill me. The thought made me smile despite the pain. Isaac was secured in the vehicle behind us, unconscious and headed for a very unpleasant interrogation. The Russians were scattered, their crew decimated, Kozlov himself dead in the firefight. We'd won. But the victory felt hollow with my shoulder on fire and Cat's worried face burned into my memory.

I only stop the stream of fire when Ember tries to blast me with hers. “Do it, Kenna,” she says, asking me to kill her. “Gladly,” I snarl, sending another concussion bomb of fire and hatred at her and Merellien. She screams falling to the earth as Merellien burns alive on her back. Then, I turn my attention to Nylion who thought it would be a good idea to try and run from me. I send a stream of fire behind him, chasing him as he runs, toying with him the way he toyed with Laiken and Naevys. When I finally tire of playing with him, I light his legs on fire, watching him burn slowly.

And then the bowl caught fire. Blue fire. Silent fire. Fire that danced upward in ghostly flames like the spirit of a campfire trying to escape its mortal coil. Lucian screamed. Wolves screamed. Elara screamed. I screamed. Marek did not scream, but he swore loudly enough that three warriors fainted. “Get water,” someone yelled. “No,” I shouted. “Do not touch it. That is portal fire. It does not like water.” “What do we do,” Elara panicked.

No, Maybe, I wasn’t sure. The Phoenix fighter’s smile was sharp and cruel. His eyes burned and I knew he meant every word. “You’re completely untethered.” There’s no stopping fire in the Phoenix Clan. No fighting it. Because it never stops burning. And if you’re not careful, it’ll take you with it. Then, without warning, the ground split open beneath us like something had blown apart from deep below. Fire shot up, fast and wild. I didn’t even have time to move before the heat slammed into me, spreading everywhere.

I did not waste breath arguing, because the flower stall behind us had already gone up in a sheet of orange flame, smoke rolling thick across the market square while vendors scattered screaming in every direction, and somewhere in that chaos Marisol stood frozen, staring at the fire consuming the only life she had ever known, her mouth open around a sound that would not come. “Kieran, the flames are not natural,” I said, grabbing his arm hard enough to bruise, my own fear having nothing to do with heat or smoke and everything to do with the color licking along the edges of the blaze. “Look at the color. That is wolfsbane fire. Someone wanted this stall burned specifically, not the whole mark

"How fucking dare you!" Marcellah screamed, letting her emotions take control of her as she raised her hands and procured a massive ball of black fire, ready to launch it at me. I barely flinched, facing her head on as the power that was within me grew more and more, pushing me to rush her in a speed unlike anything I had ever felt.