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It hurt so much that he felt himself ‘burn like an ember’. When Ty finally sung out the next line, everyone secretly wished in their hearts to be in Kai’s position to have such a dashing and loving mate while Kai’s mood dropped as he understood what Ty meant. It hurt. It hurt so bad ! It hurt him like a fucking burning ember too !! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's burning me like an ember * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

burning red. ────────────────────────────

Her eyes burned, not with fear, not with pain, but with something far more dangerous. Hatred.

I refuse to look at him, not until he finally makes his way out and then I deflate like all the air went out of me. I wonder if that short shift some days back left more impression on me than I thought. That’s the only explanation for why it feels like something in my heart is burning itself out, like it would feel if my wolf was in pain because of her mate. “Ugh.” I groan, palming my forehead. Why did I go and overreact like that? It’s not like he promised me anything.

Didn’t breathe. The air burned between us.

my heart burned with something else entirely. Confusion. Anger. And beneath it all, something I refused to name. "This isn’t over," I whispered into the empty air. Because it wasn’t. Not by a long shot.

Burn it down and make sure no one has the right to cover it up. I clicked send then closed my l aptop... and waited for Leo's kingdom to burn but why the fuck am I feeling this stupid tiny guilt at the depth of my heart

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: MY BOO BY USHER IVARA'S POV: The fire won’t die. Not the one outside unfortunately. That one is already fading and has eaten down to embers and ash, but the one inside me. The one that won’t stop burning no matter how much I try to smother it. I’m pacing inside Ronan’s quarters, shaking, every nerve raw. My palms are black with soot, my throat still tastes like smoke and death. The walls feel too close. The air feels too thick.

I breathe. The trees are on fire and the forest— "It's burning."

My eyes fixated on the roaring inferno that seemed to consume everything in its path. I couldn't believe this was happening. Everything around me seemed to blur as I frantically searched for my grandmother despite the hungry flames. My heart pounded in my chest, tears streamed down my cheeks, my vision becoming more misty. Smoke stings my eyes, tendrils of embers even wanting to scar my legs. This feeling of hurt is overwhelming. I couldn't understand why this was happening. I cannot even fathom what my grandmother has done to deserve this. I’m the one deserved to burn. Not her.