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It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal. I stood where I was, watching the fire grow smaller and smaller until the last ember was extinguished. I felt no nostalgia or reluctance, only calm and relief. I then picked up my suitcase and took a taxi to the airport without looking back.

“Selena, go get your tests done. I’ll take her back and come right back to you.” “Okay.” He didn’t hear that there was no expectation left in that word. By evening, my phone lit up with Evelyn’s new video. In it, Adrian was driving his black convertible Aston Martin along the coastal road with her in the passenger seat. Evelyn turned the camera toward his hard profile, and her caption was syrupy enough to rot teeth. [After the fever went down, I wanted ocean air, and he said yes. Mr. Moretti to everyone else, my on-call driver to me. Don’t scold him. He just loves spoiling people.]

He had known what Flame Keepers were. He had believed, as everyone believed, that they were gone. "When did you stop believing that," I said. He was quiet for a moment. "The night before you arrived," he said. I went very still. "The flame," I said. "The flame burned differently," he said. "I have been watching that flame for three hundred years. I know every variation it is capable of. What it did that night was not a variation I had seen before." A pause. "It was not a variation I had read about anywhere except one place."

“But this isn’t the last time, Olivia. Not by a long shot. I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.” Her small, satisfied smile and the way she curled closer into my chest, legs wrapping around me, told me she felt the same burning, forbidden heat. We lay there panting together, bodies slick and spent,my cum still dripping out of her as I held her tight—stepbrother and stepsister, tangled in the best kind of sin.

“You don’t scare me.” I step closer, looking at her without mercy. “Then you’re an idiot.” Flame curls around my fingers. It doesn’t lash. It doesn’t burn. It waits. She watches it, unable to fully hide her fear. “You’re not in control,” she whispers. “Maybe not. But I’m done letting that stop me.” I don’t give her another warning. I slam the flame into the gravel between us, carving a jagged, smoldering line across the roof.

But this time, I didn’t lose myself. I used it. The fire answered to my pain, not hers. To my will, not her memory. I turned enemies to ash and left the ground glowing where I walked. But it wasn’t enough. Because as the last of the Order fell to their knees— The First Flame stepped forward again. Untouched. Unafraid. Unleashing her full divine form. Wreathed in light that bent the sky. “I was trying to give you a choice,” she said. “But now…”

Flame said "And I hope you do same Flame, you deserve to be happy. Besides Demetrius is history" Amour held Flame's shoulder "Yes, but with him gone another menace has risen... Rexton" Flame said "What?" Amour raised a brow "Rexton escaped and with Demetrius gone means he's now the new leader. You know he has this unhealthy obsession with you right? Besides it's not just it, I feel like someone helped him escape" Flame said "It's Cheetah" Amour said without hesitation and Flame furrowed her brows.

Vergara's secretary whom I heard named Hannah. "Yeah. That's not new for us already. I sometimes can't understand why people thinks that way. Flame is like my brother. He's my bestest friend. Like literally. He's the one that's been for me so I really treasure him the most and also same for me, too. We both have each other. We know that." I answered and smiled. "They just have chicken but chicken wings isn't available on their menu. What would you order now? I'm sure you're not eating chicken as long as it's not chicken wings." Flame said that made the chit chat with the two men stop.