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“Are you ok?” “Nightly dreams. It’s the purpose of the box. Keeping the flames contained.” Ember shrugged her shoulders. Sitting on the bed she began slipping on her shoes. Watching her move was distracting him. Shaking his head, he looked at the box. Getting his first look at the inside and he felt anger bubble up. Scorch marks covered the whole interior. There was no pillow or cushion. Just an empty, cold interior that didn’t look like it should fit the gorgeous woman calmly sitting in front of him. Forgetting to approach the subject delicately with his emotions getting the best of him.

Merely watching her enjoy the place, gives him more than the joy he is expecting to feel. Maddie stopped a few inches away from the fountain in fear that she might get burned. Although it looks like a real flame, it doesn't feel hot even when Maddie is already near it. She even raised her hands to feel the heat but she felt nothing. She was about to touch the flame to see if it is even real but Theo stopped her hand.

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.

A flash of crimson lightening split the sky and a rush of fiery rain hammered the ground with force enough to crack it further. It lasted last than a minute, but the scalding heat was enough to calm him, his skin immune to the boiling fluid. It glistened on his body, steam trickling away like small spirits. The burn was sharp, stinging, eve though it left no mark, thrilling in its own way. "Come back, my dear hounds," he murmured "Thou art the flame I thrust down upon them. A flame deadly to body and soul, to word and shade. I, Master of the fire, prevail over thee, as you pierce their spirit and draw their end."

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.”

Freya stepped toward it. The Emberbound moved instantly, blocking her path. Vexa barked a word, and they froze—but didn’t lower their blades. “You do not touch the First Flame,” she said. “I don’t want to,” Freya replied. “But I need to speak to it.” “It is not a priest. It is not a prophet. It is the forge of all your lies. You are not strong enough to bear its truth.” “She doesn’t have to be,” I said, stepping forward. “We’ll carry it with her.”

There was a playful challenge in his voice, as if daring me to contradict him. I rolled my eyes and reached for the book lying on the nightstand. “Basic rights my foot” I murmured , grabbing the book with a huff. I glanced at the title, How to Learn Italian in 30 Days, and flipped it open. The words blurred a little under my gaze, but I was determined to focus on the language and not on Aiden’s incessant teasing.

He unwrapped it slowly, then placed it in her hands. A necklace. Simple, but beautiful. A tiny charm shaped like a flame hung from the center, made from some kind of glowing amber. The moment her fingers closed around it, she felt it—warmth. A pulse. Like it was alive. “It belonged to the last Fireborn,” he said. “She didn’t survive the war that came.” Evelynn looked at him sharply. “What war?” “The kind that hides in shadows,” Aiden said. “Not with armies or flags. With whispers. With blood. And with monsters.”

Stephen said, "Or are you holding out for him, keeping yourself pure?" The words pierced Elaine's inner turmoil like a needle. She paused, her heart racing, and then she made her move. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she cradled his face, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his. Passion did not always need love to ignite into a blazing fire. Elaine had not touched a drop of alcohol that night, yet she felt utterly drunk at the moment. Lost in the intensity, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her short nails carving fervent trails across his skin.

Fear. I frowned. Fire was afraid? That didn’t make sense. Then I realized something. It wasn’t afraid of me. It was afraid of being controlled. My eyes widened. “You don’t like being forced either.” The flames suddenly became still. Karl and Selena all stared at me. I slowly raised my hand. “I won’t force you.” The fire moved closer. A small flame touched my palm. I didn’t move. The heat was intense, but it didn’t burn me.