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At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

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“When we were on vacation in the mountains, that bungalow caught on fire. I was badly burned because I saved Ariel. After seeing my monster-like appearance, they decided to abandon me, their biological daughter. Looks like I'm dead! But luckily for me, there was a nurse who was merciful to my fate who brought me into her care. Thanks to her, I miraculously survived. I couldn't go to school, but thanks to her teaching, I knew how to make a silicone mask, make myself a fake face." “You use your talent to impersonate people and kill people?” Liam sarcastically. "If you don't live in my dire situation, you can't understand how miserable I've been."

"What do you say to me now Gar?! They're in here. And I will find them. " "How are you so sure? You told me that you were told by someone random farmer. How are you sure what he said is the truth? Listen we could be here to just chase our tails because of some cruel joke. Think for a second. I know that what happens to your flames happens to you but don't be me in this situation. It's literally dark here. If they were here why wouldn't they go back? Would they stay?"

I uttered bitterly ,my face crunched up in irritation. "You know that's not true--" "Why are we even talking about this huh?..look I'm in a good mood okay? So don't ruin it " I interjected sternly, leaving no space for any further discussions about this and Amelia nodded ,shutting her mouth as she does so. * * * *

But that can’t be right because this belongs to my mother and she’s a by the rule witch and would never experiment with this kind of stuff. “Come start me a fire you little pyro” he said breaking my concentration. “You’re right there is some weird stuff in here” I told him. “I know, light me a fire and I’ll show you the weirdest part I found.” He said. Tyler and I head to the fire pit. I throw some small branches and medium size logs into the fire pit and snap my fingers. The wood catches immediately. “That is freaking awesome” he clapped his hands together “You can finally come home!”

The air trembled, heat rippling through it like a heartbeat. My eyes snapped open just as the magic ignited. Fire erupted beneath me, racing up the walls, devouring the air. I stumbled up, choking on smoke. Ember stood in the center of the room, framed by the blaze, her silhouette sharp and perfect against the light. Her eyes burned with both colors now—black and gold—and her smile was something beautiful and terrifying. “You should’ve never trusted the flame.”

“What did she say?” Kira took a deep breath to steady herself before launching into her explanation. “The silver flame is called the Fire of Death,” she began, her voice calm but tense. “It’s said to be summoned by certain supernatural beings who want to shed their physical form. It’s not a natural flame; it’s created from their own power. The flames burn hotter than anything normal and are as intense as the strength of the being who summons them.” The room went still as her words sank in. Caitlyn felt a cold shiver run down her spine, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. She glanced at Matt and Theo, their jaws tight with the memory of seeing Charlotte consumed by those very flames.

Her breath trembled as something inside her cracked—not with breaking, but with release. She closed her eyes, drawing the wildfire closer, not to crush it, not to run—but to face it. The whispers tore at her, but she pushed back with her own voice, raw and burning: “I am not your kindling. I am not your ruin. I am flame, and flame is mine to carry.” The wildfire shuddered, sparks bursting outward like a thousand tiny stars. The dark edges burned away, leaving only fierce, golden light that wrapped around her like a mantle.