The Fire That Chose Me
He trailed off, his voice heavy with longing.
“You can’t,” Evelynn whispered. “And you wouldn’t. Because we both know the world out there won’t wait for us.”
His eyes darkened, but he nodded. “Then we’ll make the world wait for us together.”
By afternoon, that fragile peace began to unravel. The forest grew restless. A flock of birds burst from the canopy, scattering in all directions. Branches cracked where nothing moved. The air thickened, charged like the breath before a storm.
Evelynn stepped outside with Aiden, her fingers laced through his. Her fire prickled beneath her skin, eager and restless. “It feels wrong,” she murmured.