The Fire That Chose Me
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Evelynn woke before dawn, the cabin dim and still around her. The fire in her veins pulsed gently, like a quiet heartbeat reminding her it was alive, watching, waiting. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, shivering as the cold stone floor pressed against her feet.
Aiden was already awake, sitting by the window, silver eyes scanning the forest outside. He didn’t turn when she spoke. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“I’m… thinking,” she admitted. “About last night. About controlling it, controlling me. What if I make a mistake?”