The Fire That Chose Me
“You don’t have to. The fire is strong enough for both of us.”
A crack from the fire in the hearth echoed between them. Evelynn let the silence stretch, her fingers brushing along the leather-bound journal again. Everything in here—these old sketches, the warnings, the prophecies—it all painted a picture of someone powerful. Someone meant to rise.
But it wasn’t just a story in a book anymore.
It was her.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
Aiden looked down, his voice rough. “Good. Fear means you know what’s at stake.”