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Flames covered the sword, exuding bursts of scorching heat. “Hmph!”

🖱️Victor🖱️ My blood was boiling. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally. I could feel it crawling under my skin, thick and hot, like it wanted out. Like it wanted violence. Like it wanted blood so badly my fangs ached even when my mouth was closed. Every breath felt wrong. Every heartbeat felt like an insult. That pathetic human did this to me. Jayden. That fragile little creature with sharp eyes and too much audacity was the reason I had been cockblocked, humiliated, and left craving blood like a starving animal.

So seeing her, the one person I've ever loved,all over him, made my blood boil. But I needed to try to push that out of my head so that I could successfully get her back. With us, is where it's safe, where I know no one can hurt her. Because if she there, with him, she's practically already dead.

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

Her heart began to pound in her chest as her palms began to sweat. The person in front of her smirked as blood ran down from her nose and her busted lip. In her hand clenched an open lighter as Ashley raised her hands in surrender, "Tatiana, what are you doing?" Ashley asked as Tatiana laughed, "What does it look like I'm doing, I'm sending us both to hell," she said glancing at the lighted fire in her hand, "I don't see the reason for staying here, and I know I'm going to hell, so why not bring you with me," she said with a smirk on her face as Ashley shook her head. "I remembered my exact words being, Ashley, if you play with fire, you'll get burned, you'll burn really bad,"

The scent of blood and gunpowder filled the air, making it hard to breathe. Marco’s men scrambled for cover, but they were no match for Victor’s rage. He was a shadow moving through the chaos, his bullets striking with deadly precision. She had never seen him like this. Ruthless. Unstoppable. Victor’s sharp, murderous gaze locked onto her, and for the briefest moment, relief flooded Olivia’s chest. He came for her. But that relief was short-lived. “Stay down!” Victor barked, dodging a knife attack before firing two shots at the man lunging toward him.

It started deep inside my soul and this time, it was the worst pain I had ever felt. I felt my own fury as Sabine had burned. I felt the heat of it in my breath as my eyes started melting and my skin turned black. I could feel her hate for me but I reveled in it instead. I lay on the floor panting and struggling to breathe as Death watched me. The burning had stopped and my hands weren’t black anymore. He wasn’t laughing at me either, just watching me with interest. This certainly was different than any other time I’d been here.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

His thumbs caress my skin and heat spreads through my body, lighting it on fire before it shoots straight to my core. I slide my hands up his chest, drinking him in the way he is with me. His body is perfect. I know that’s probably the bond speaking, but in truth, the man is incredible. He has the solid muscle of an Alpha who works out hard and often. I love the look and feel of his body under my hands.

Dante’s lips formed into a lethal smile, the sheer approval in his expression sending another jolt of adrenaline straight through my veins. He reached out, his hand wrapping firmly around the back of my neck. And I stopped breathing entirely. The physical contact was sudden and incredibly intimate, his warm fingers pressing against my skin and pulling me forward towards him. The air between us became instantly electrified with the terrifying realization that our forced proximity was rapidly devolving into something completely out of my control. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart against my pulse point, the heat of his body radiating against the front of my shirt.