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Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Three pillars of fire bloomed across the realm, distant but unmistakable. One to the south. One to the east. One near the Umbra Divide. Xavier clenched the railing. “Duskwatch. Elenfir. Moonhold. All at once.” Ceres watched the flames rise like funeral pyres. “He didn’t just attack. He made sacrifices.” “Openings,” Xavier said. “Doors to something worse.” The sky shimmered. Above the burning horizon, a crown of Flame—wreathed in smoke, molten and impossible—flickered into view. Suspended for a single heartbeat and then gone.

Leofric's POV Fire lives under my skin. Not the gentle warmth of life, but the kind that claws its way out, ripping muscle from memory, bone from shadow. Breath burns in my chest as though every inhale is rebellion against the grave I just crawled out of. I taste iron. Dirt. The silence after a scream. And then her.

I blocked his punch, but as our skin met, I felt a jolt of heat. "What the—" Elias didn't stop. He pushed off me, and as he did, his hands erupted. Not into fur. Into fire. Actual flames, bright and roaring, licked up his forearms. The gravel beneath his feet hissed as the rain turned to steam. He let out a strangled cry, his eyes wide with terror as he stared at his own burning limbs. "Back off!" I yelled to the other rogues. Elias was hyperventilating. The fire wasn't hurting him, but it was spreading, turning the damp air into a wall of heat. It was the exact opposite of Raven’s ice. It was a mirror image.

But by then, I had already let go of everything. My form had gone completely transparent, ready for the next chapter. Ahead of me lay a path bright and open. My passion would never fade, my devotion would outlive even after my final breath.

Fireflies drifted lazily near the porch, their glow catching on the whisper-wards etched into the doorframe. Inside, the air was cool and scented with rosemary and night-blooming herbs. Jars lined the shelves—powders, petals, bones, oils—each arranged with ritual precision. The hearth sat cold, waiting. Selene struck flint to tinder. Flames climbed eagerly, filling the small home with golden light. Rowan crouched beside the fire without being asked. He added wood until it roared, heat rolling through the cottage in waves. The glow gilded the rugged lines of his body, turning his tattoos to molten gold and casting long shadows across the floor.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

He bit his lip. I screwed my eyes shut trying to imagine him as an hyena or anything ugly because at that moment I wanted to crawl into his arms, beg him to touch me and do whatever he wanted as long as he got rid of the fire that was burning inside me. But he'd make a joke out of it and the thought of just that made me mad at him. "Oh Marvelous." His voice made me open my eyes instantly. "Why are you so---"

My thumb caressed the silky skin of her cheek. “Let’s get a handle of this, and then we’ll give you what you desire,” I promised her. ***** IMEELA Damn my mates for having the uncanny ability to torment me, turn me on, and make me want to combust without even being touched by those talented hands. Instead of focusing on my throbbing pussy, I turned my attention to using the flames. Thankfully, the key to accessing the flames was my blood. All I had to do was pierce my skin. It was like flipping a switch on. The incredible warmth of utilizing them filled my entire body with an intense heat, but it was comforting instead of panic-inducing.

Herculia pushed out a soft breath—her clothes and hair returned to normal, and all the fire disappeared, leaving behind glowing orange flowers beautifully scattered across the bushes and trees. “Huh? Nothing burned?” Nicole asked softly, in surprise. “My flames only burn what I tell them to. It doesn't matter what they engulf; if they aren't giving orders to destroy, they won't. Although not on the same level, this is the same kind of fire magic used by the Immortal, Avia Ignius—Divine Pyrokinesis,” Herculia answered, then turned around slowly before her eyes stopped glowing. *****