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"Do you remember how you burnt the kitchen the first time you made me soup? "When it was your birthday, I carried you on my back up 18 flights of stairs just because you said that you wanted to see the stars." A tear dropped on the back of my hand, and it felt surprisingly hot. "I know that I was a jerk and that I deserve this. But Ayla, my love for you has always been genuine." He looked up at me with crimson eyes, looking like a convict waiting to be sentenced.

Leo asked. I thought about the fire that had broken through my binding, the ancient fury that had opened its eyes inside me and refused to be extinguished. I thought about Marcus, out there somewhere, still burning with whatever twisted rage drove him, and about how different that kind of fire was from what I wanted to build here. "Ember House," I said slowly, testing the words. "Because an ember isn't the destructive part of a fire. It's what's left after everything burns down — small, but still warm. Still alive. Still capable of starting something new if you're patient with it."

I pulled my mother behind me and ran for the estate gates. Inside the Ashford Estate, screams mixed with wolf howls as chaos erupted. The Thorncrown elders summoned every available warrior. It took the entire pack to bring the berserk Declan under control. Victoria had gone mad. She kneeled on the floor, scooping up bloody scraps of flesh into her arms. Like a lunatic, she laughed and muttered, "Mother… I'll put you back together…" Her voice turned sing-song. "Then you will live again. You will live again."

“Remember, our bottom line is a seventy-percent cut. Not a penny less.” Lucy clutched the files, her laughter echoing. “Don’t you worry, Godfather. I’m not a coward like some people. I’ll make them sign on the dotted line.” She gave me one last triumphant look and eagerly slid the ring, the symbol of her new power, onto her finger.

My eyes matched her letting waterfalls pour out. "What?" My voice didn't sound like me. It sounded so weak and broken. "He's gone Ember. He's run away. He's embracing the darkness and cutting ties with us all." Eryn explained when mom couldn't speak. She was breaking just like me, only being held up by our mates. "What do you mean? No, he can't do that. It's not dead. Our bond is strong, it can't just die." I cried, gripping onto the bed sheets like they would somehow give me strength.

Feeling his member touch the most sensitive part of me is as if we are one. If I told you this was only gonna hurt If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love Would you let me lead you even when you're blind In the darkness, in the middle of the night In the silence, when there's no one by your side (If I told you this would only hurt If I warned you the fire would burn Would you walk in it? Would you let me go first?

I force the words to come out of my throat, holding her against my chest. My heart is beating faster, oozing at the sight of her whining in pain. I know she's not okay. But I wanna know what's happening to her. "Em, speak up. Speak to me," I tap her cheek lightly, trying to look at her face properly. "Bur— burning," that's all she says. "Burning? What's burning?" I panic but she goes completely silent now. "Emily! Speak up, dammit" This fucking place is too dark to spot what's wrong with her. I immediately take her in my arms and get out of that place. My eyes land on her right hand.

I figured since I was there, I might as well watch. The fireworks did not do anything wrong, after all. However, man, the place was packed. I got swept up in the crowd, right to the front line. There was Yvan. In the prime spot, with his arms wrapped around Wren. The fireworks were lighting up the sky, one dazzling burst after another. I heard the booms echoing in my ears. Over the noise of the crowd and the fireworks, I heard Yvan's love pouring out to Wren. A reporter shoved a mic in Wren's face, asking her, "Mrs. Ellison, we're all waiting. What's your answer?"

Emerald was lost in a dream, trapped in an endless fire. The ground beneath her was rough, and the sky was filled with flames. No matter where she went, she couldn’t find an end. It felt like she was searching for someone, but the memory slipped away, leaving her to suffer in the flames again and again. "Water..." She whispered weakly, feeling the cold touch her dry lips. With difficulty, she swallowed, the soft pieces pressing against her mouth. What was that? In her half-asleep state, Emerald slurped unconsciously, the soft, ambiguous sound breaking the silence of the night.