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And of course, questions that lead to news of the affair that dragged her name and reputation, must be confirmed immediately. The beautiful girl had a shocking clarification in store plus a fact that would shock many, at the right time. Once she launched a bullet, one person fell and could not dodge it easily. Though the other one she had made sure was helpless but it turned out to spark a fire. Ah... that person should have known that if he provoked Celine's emotions, it would not only be a collapse. But all the losses that are so great will lurk. Celine was very impatient but really... she had to restrain herself.

But when I see the title of the first book on top, I gasp and rush towards it. Absent-mindedly, I sit on the chair and bring it closer to the desk. My hands shake. Why do they shake? I pick the book which makes a bubble of emotions burst in me. "Gone with the wind." by Margaret Mitchell stares right back at me in its red hardcover beauty. My fingers trail each letter of the title as I stare in amazement. I open the book and a note falls from it to the table.

Stella screamed, her voice slicing through the chaos. Our eyes darted toward the key barrier as it suddenly erupted with fiery magic, fireballs raining down on us like a relentless storm. We dodged as best as we could, but exhaustion weighed me down, my movements sluggish. I couldn't keep up. Just as I stumbled, bracing for the worst, Kayden surged forward. To my utter shock, he caught the fire with his bare hands. The flames didn’t burn him—they seemed to freeze mid-air, crackling against his skin before vanishing into nothingness, as though he commanded them.

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

A chill ran through me as I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing the terror in my eyes, Tucker curled his lips into a knowing smile. Panic took over me, every fiber of my being screaming to push him away and run. But my body refused to cooperate. The fire inside me had barely dimmed, leaving my body limp and unresponsive. I grabbed his tie, my attention drawn to the flush creeping over his ears. "Can you take me home?" I asked. Reading my unspoken request, Tucker quietly began to remove my clothes. "Tucker… No…"

“You can’t protect her from destiny.” “I don’t need to,” I said. “She’ll decide her own.” My claws tore through his chest. The light in his eyes died instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. The fire flickered and died with him. Cara was still chained. I broke the links easily and caught her as she fell forward. Her body trembled, but her eyes met mine with the same fierce spark I’d fallen for. “I told you not to follow me,” she whispered. “And I told you I wouldn’t listen,” I said.

"The building we were in—it caught fire. I don’t even know how it started. Maybe it was an accident, or maybe it was some of the raiders. It doesn’t matter. All I know is that one minute we were together, and the next...." I trailed off, my hands trembling in my lap. My mind was back in that burning building, the smoke so thick I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. I could still hear Chloe’s voice, calling out to me, begging me to save her. But I hadn’t been fast enough. I hadn’t been strong enough. "I tried to get to her," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I really tried. But the fire—it was too much. I couldn’t... I couldn’t reach her."

If it was a normal person, I'm sure that his hand would have been pierced due to the heat. But I know that it is not affected by the fire. He's a Basilisk and fire could not kill him, nor harm him. Faris suddenly walked towards us and I took a step back when he came towards me. Take this. He said that my blood almost came to my head. Is he crazy? Who in their right mind would touch a burning rock? That's why I shook my head so fast that it seemed like my neck was about to break from shaking so much. It was still smoking and I could see that it was burning.

Others carried charts. The argument had split along epistemic lines. — Selene visited a guaranteed zone unannounced. No alarms sounded. The systems adapted. She walked streets where no one hurried. Where schedules aligned without effort. A man smiled at her without recognition. For a moment, she envied him. — In a non-aligned town that night, a fire broke out. Buckets were passed. Decisions shouted. Someone was burned. Someone else was saved. The story spread slower than data. But it spread.

Vivian and Chase don't see it. They are standing facing each other, not talking, just looking, and the fire is climbing the walls around them and the light it throws is warm and golden and turns their faces into something from an old painting, and I am watching from somewhere outside the frame and I cannot move and I cannot call out and the fire reaches them and they do not flinch. It goes through them. Not burning. Something else. The fire moves through both of them like light through glass, like it is not consuming them but revealing them, and what I see in the revealing is the thing that makes me wake up.