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I asked, my voice soft, almost tender. The flame flickered between us, its heat licking at the air. She didn’t answer, but her lips parted, trembling. “I think you do,” I continued, stepping closer. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The fire inside you, burning away everything you thought you were. That’s what I’ve given you, isn’t it? A taste of what’s to come.” I reached out, letting the flame hover near her skin, close enough that she could feel its heat.

Rheagar I strike the lighter, watching the flame dance slowly. Fire is beautiful. An unreal phenomenon that burns with passion, heat, and otherworldly air of hot aura. Oh how it ravages, and devours its prey, burning every skin, licking every wet drop of slick juice, reducing it to nothing but mere ash. I want to watch something burn. Rather, I want to watch someone burn. "Just wait until I get you, Auren," I touch the flame to the cigarette, drawing in slowly.

"You were completely unharmed, laughing happily because you had successfully rescued your favorite toy from the flames. The fire hadn't burned a single hair on your head." She turned back to me, her expression turning incredibly serious. "Me and him were in total, absolute disbelief. We immediately went to his private study to check the ancient pack books, and the words written in the old texts were completely true. The child of prophecy would be entirely immune to fire, and she would carry a distinct, sacred mark on her skin. We checked your belly right then, and the dark mark was resting there perfectly. And right there, in that very room, we confirmed the terrifying truth."

MY ROOMMATE ii Bella smiled against my lips, knowing she had me. She kissed me again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against mine in slow, filthy strokes that made my head spin. I moaned into her mouth, my hands fisting in her hair as heat flooded my body. She tasted like sin and cherries, and I was drowning in it.

Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me. After I was rescued, I sat in the fire truck, trembling in fear. Jared came and draped a blanket over my shoulders, calming me down with his gentle gesture and warm smile. I had never felt so safe. After that, I bought a lot of fruits and went to the fire department to thank him. That was how we got acquainted with each other. At first, he gave me mixed messages. It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him.

The ash began to swirl, rising in spirals, glowing with inner light. A figure formed from the flames and ash. A woman, tall and elegant, her entire body made of living fire. Her hair was flames, her eyes were embers, her skin rippled with heat. She wore no clothes, but the fire covered her like a dress, constantly moving, never quite revealing anything solid beneath. She was beautiful and terrifying. "Who are you?" I demanded, though my voice sounded small in the face of such power. "I am Ignatia," the flame woman said, her voice crackling like a campfire. "Guardian of the ashes. Keeper of the sacred grounds."

Our fire. A true goddess.

I walked out slowly, the heat at my back, feeling the roar of the flames in my bones. Outside, I pulled out my phone and started a video. I panned the camera from my face, smudged with a bit of soot but smiling—to the massive building being swallowed by fire. "Hey, big brother," I said into the camera, the sound of sirens starting to wail in the distance. "Consider part of the Russo's wealth officially toasted. I will surely let Iris know the fireworks were beautiful." I hit send and hopped into the moving SUV. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~