The Fire That Chose Me
The one they’d failed to find, the one who should have died.
She was still alive.
Still burning.
And if she was what they feared… she’d have to be extinguished.
Evelynn didn’t know why her steps slowed, but they did. She reached out instinctively, brushing her fingers against the rough bark of a tree as if listening to it. There was a whisper in the wind, low and broken not in a language she recognized, but it trembled through her bones like memory.
Aiden noticed. “What is it?”
She tilted her head. “Do you hear that?”