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“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

“You’re breaking it!” The girl collapsed to her knees, staring up through the column of light, her eyes wide, awash in gold. “No one’s ever made the fire climb,” she breathed. “Not in all the old stories. Not once.” Kieran’s head sagged against mine, his breath shuddering but alive, his voice raw and hoarse. “…Then we’ll write a new story.” The flames raged on and on, and above us, the forest broke.

The one I deserved. And right there—framed at the center of the madness—is a photo of the boutique fire. Charred. The headline still visible: “Suspicious Fire at Local Boutique: Arson Not Ruled Out” I trace my fingers over it. My breath quickens. “She doesn’t get to take him,” I whisper. “Not again. Not after everything I’ve done.” My voice drops to a growl. “Not after what I gave up. Not after what I lost.” I drop to my knees by the corner of the room and peel up a loose floorboard. I can feel the dust but I keep going. The burner phone lies beneath.

Nut’s POV The fire’s embers cast flickering shadows over the hollowed walls of the abandoned village, painting the remnants of the houses in soft gold and crimson. Outside, the forest murmured with life, the distant sounds of shifting leaves and unseen creatures setting the air trembling with tension. But inside, the packhouse—or what we had turned it into—was a sanctuary of heat, unspoken desire, and bonds stretching taut between wolves and men alike.

She was soaking, a wet heat spreading through her panties, a silent confession of her body’s true state. He straightened, his eyes still holding hers, a silent question passing between them. Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached out and flicked the light switch beside the door. The sudden flood of light made her blink, but it also illuminated the raw hunger in his eyes, mirroring her own. “You know, Camille,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “there are many ways to punish a thief.” His gaze dropped to her breasts, then lower, to the undeniable bulge between her legs. “Some are more… enjoyable than others.”

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

I added the photograph to the end of the file. Labeled it: Unconfirmed chapter. Possibly imagined. Possibly true. But worth writing either way.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

Lila nearly lost her life because of this. I opened my eyes and flipped through the pages, scanning until my eyes locked on one line. A name. My blood went cold, then hotter than fire. “What the fvck is this?” I growled, jabbing the page. "Is this a fvcking joke?" Both men shifted nervously. “It’s accurate, Mr. Holt,” Voss said quickly. “We checked it from every angle.” “We would never risk lying to you, sir,” Evans added. "That name is real."