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Hearing this, he opened his eyes slightly and said, “It should be some kind of seal enchantment.” Then, the man in the middle with the flame pattern at the corner of his eye said, “Very well then. Let’s go and meet this Young Patriarch Clarke. Windsor Well, if the Five Elements obtain the secret treasure, all credit will go to you. If you need anything in the future, just come to me.” As he said that, the man took out a token shaped like a flame from his pocket and tossed it to Windsor. He said, “This is a Fire Token of the Fire Element. With this, members of the Fire Element will do one thing for you.”

Alvin asked. As neither Alvin nor Alpine ever opened the book, they don't know that the book actually speaks. "I speak of the fairy fire Winter king. Ask me what you want to know about fairy fire" the book told Alvin and Alpine. Alvin and Alpine exchanged confused glances with each other. But they silently decided to ask the book about Nyra. "My daughter, princess Nyra has inherited the fairy fire. How can I protect my daughter? How can I help her not to get under the complete control of the fairy fire?" Alvin asked the book.

Cullen’s mother whispered. Hilarious. Because I already did. And then the thing spoke. The voice was… nothing. Not male. Not female. Not young. Not old. Just empty. “The Caller,” the Shadow Heir said. “You should not exist.” Wow. Hello to you too. Cullen growled. “Step back. Don’t come closer.” The Shadow Heir tilted its head like it was staring right at him—even with no eyes. “You fight for her,” the Heir said. “You will die for her.”

The truth was something they had buried, but spoken aloud, it unsettled them. The fire hissed louder, as though agreeing. Its glow reached higher, illuminating the council’s shocked faces. One elder, his voice trembling, whispered the words none dared say aloud: “She is the true heir.” Gasps shuddered through the room. Damien’s control shattered. He lunged, not at me—but at the flame. As though if he could thrust his will deep enough, he could force it to bend. His burned hand stretched out, trembling with rage and desperation.

“You’ll learn what your dead parents couldn't teach you.” The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Derek watched with satisfaction, his smirk returning as Arden’s cries echoed through the mansion. And in that moment, Arden knew. No matter how much he tried to endure, no matter how much he tried to stay invisible, this house would always be a prison. ~~~~~~~~

I gawked shamelessly. “This… this is another planet,” I muttered under my breath. Inside, Isabella led me down a polished hallway and stopped at a heavy wooden door. She knocked once, elegant and firm. It opened. And there he was. Alejandro Castillo. Up close, he was even more devastating. Tousled dark hair, eyes that gleamed like storms behind a practised indifference. He leaned lazily against the doorframe, shirt half-buttoned, his smirk like a challenge carved into his face.

And a voice—neither loud nor gentle. “Heir” it said. “No,” I said again, louder. “I won’t.” The presence pressed harder. “You were made for this” it spoke. “I was made to live,” I snarled, anger cutting through the fear. “Not to be used.” The pressure spiked, testing and probing all parts of me Rael pulled me fully against him now, grounding, solid, real. His heartbeat thudded beneath my ear, anchoring me to flesh and breath and gravity.

Celeste's hands stilled in her lap. "We were being erased," he said. "Pushed back, picked apart, driven into the mountains until only a handful remained. Hiding. Surviving when survival was the only thing left to do." His voice carried a flatness that made her chest tighten. "I was their leader. I had a wife. I had a child newly born. Everything that a man can have and call himself fortunate." The fire crackled down the hall.

Sabrina cursed. "Sorry, but you gave birth to me. If I'm the son of a bitch, doesn't that make you the bitch?" I retorted. Sabrina never expected anyone to dare talk back to her. She was so furious that she clenched her chest as well. At this moment, Lydia stepped in to mediate. "Julian, your parents have come all the way here to talk to you. How can you be so ungrateful? "Just apologize to them on your knees. You might still have a chance to return to the Falkner family and live as the heir instead of being a waiter in this poor village."

And when that happened, I wasn’t sure who would burn first. When I finally drifted into sleep, it didn’t last. The fire woke before I did. It moved on its own, curling from my skin like smoke turned alive. It slid across the floor, creeping toward him where he slept beside me. I saw it before it touched him....thin, golden tendrils reaching like fingers. And then I heard it. The second voice. The relic’s voice, slipping out through my flames like a whisper meant only for me. He’s warm. He’ll burn well.