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Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

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.

He dropped to his knees beside my bed, clutching my hand as though he could still hold me here by force. “I know I was wrong,” he said. “I know it. I will never see Selene again. We can go back. We can start over. I can give you thirty-three bonding ceremonies if that is what it takes. Anywhere you want. Everywhere we should have had.” I looked at him for a long moment, then lifted my arm and showed him the pale ridges of old scars. “This one was from the long-range hunter.” I touched another. “This one was from the crash you arranged.”

His hands slide to my back, pulling me closer, and I wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to feel him, to forget the pain. The heat between us builds quickly, like a fire spreading through my veins. His hands wander over my body, his touch urgent and desperate, and I feel a shiver run through me. I want to pull away, to stop this before it goes too far, but I don’t. I can’t.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

I was the only one who could handle her fire. "Nevan," she sobbed, her hands clutching my face. The violet light was still there, but it was soft now, like the dawn. "You're back. You're really back." "I told you," I whispered, pulling her into a crushing embrace. "I'm the only thing that's ever been yours. You can't get rid of me that easily." I felt her heartbeat—steady, powerful, and perfectly synced with the child’s. The Heir was quiet, watching us with a strange, alien curiosity. It had seen the Mother defeat the Grandmother. It had learned a new lesson: that love wasn't a flaw, but a firewall.

“Even worse.” There was silence for a long moment, broken only by the soft crackling of fire and the wind shifting through the trees below. Then the hooded figure stood and turned—half their face marred by a burn scar, puckered and silvered with time. Their eyes glinted like ice struck by moonlight. “If she’s the true heir, and she unlocks what her mother left behind… it won’t just be her powers returning. The Flameborn legacy will rise.” “And with it, the vault.”

"You must find it. I buried it in Vireloch, beneath the mountain they call the Ash Crown. The path is warded. The city is fallen. But the flame still remembers who it belongs to. Only the rightful flamebearer can retrieve it… or be devoured by it." As the last words faded, the fire-image dissolved into heat and light. All that remained was a single Emberrune glowing in the corner of the scroll: a spiral within a spiral—the mark of the Flame Heir. Xavier stared at it. His voice cracked. "He left it for me. Not Arion." The Voice of a Dead King The moonlit garden behind the Flame Archive was quiet, wreathed in silver light and drifting mist. A brazier pulsed between them—Xavier, Ceres, and Maer