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Chapter 13 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… Darkness surrounded me and the screaming of the wind filled my ears. The ground shook beneath my feet, cracking with each step I took. My flaming fingertips trailed along the walls of the building next to me, catching it on fire with ease. Inside, I was filled with more pain and anger than humanly possible. Terror woke me from my nightmare, and I sat up screaming. Looking down at myself, I jumped out of the bed as I realized I was on fire. “Fuck! No!” I shook my hands, as if I could shake out the fire.

Heat coiled again, sharper this time, but she held it, guiding it inward instead of letting it surge. Control was no longer denial. It was choice. She looked out over the waking city, crown steady, body alive, the Axis listening to every breath she took. “Then we learn the rules,” she said. “Before someone else does.” The wind shifted, carrying frost and ash across the balcony. Somewhere beyond the horizon, unseen eyes sharpened with renewed interest. The queen did not notice them. She was too busy learning how to hold fire without letting it burn her alive. And the Axis, ancient and patient, waited to see whether she would master the thing that had always undone rulers before her—

WARNING-the content of this book is VERY graphic and VERY dark. Do NOT read if you cannot stomach graphic violence or explicit intimacy. HYACINTH (AGE 15) "Daddy!" I sputtered and coughed in the upstairs hallway, lungs already dangerously full of smoke. The fire crackled all around us-my childhood home going up in flames.

I get out of my boots and fire pants. “Come on you cannot be serious why would you give up on the chase to get all the girls happy to throw themselves at firefighters? Come on there is a whole sea of woman out there even the unfuckables. Just put a hood over their heads or fuck them from behind. You could never get bored of that.” O’Conner’s says following me. I once again roll my eyes. “Just fuck off.” I scowl I flip hi the bird before stalking off to the ambulance truck. I normally get a half an hour to myself chilling in there.

It was time I showed her, With one motion i sent lily flying back, not hurting her but keeping her out of my way. Not wasting anymore time i levitated into the air before charging down hopping onto Stella's back before sending waves of fire through her body starching her entire back into flames. Before she could make any moves i I rammed my elbow into her ribs, hearing another crack making her wolf growl out in pure rage making me cackle in glee. Her wolf begin shaking me off before it could register was i was about to do, i flipped off its back sending five fire balls into its body leaving nothing but a barely breathing burned wolf.

She seems satisfied with my answer as she nods slowly and walks in the opposite direction. The scene that greets me when I step into Timothy's room is not what I expected. Resting on Butcher's right thigh is the sleeping head of Davinia, while Butcher reads a book titled "Princess and the Frog?" I stand at the entrance and listen to Butcher read the last page of the book, just like a father reading to his five-year-old daughter. For the first time since I've known him, his cold eyes are filled with warmth as he sets the book aside and strokes Davinia's red hair. He notices my presence and looks up. "Better?" I ask.

I was getting nowhere like this; I dodged her fiery balls of rage. Greta’s chest rapidly fell up and down. The more she let her anger dictate her actions, the more reckless and exhausted she became. The room filled with smoke as small fires began to crackle as they joined together. The decaying wood was the perfect food to fuel the fire. In the blink of an eye, the fire was growing faster and more robust. With the fire spreading and the treated timber on the walls, inhaling these fumes were dangerous. How could Greta, a damn fire witch, be this stupid?

After a few more seconds of scanning the area, Scar found the little one with a careful eye. She was on her knees in front of the fire with her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. Her lips were pulled into a straight line as her head tilted forward toward her bent legs. The flaming heat didn't seem to phase her as she kneeled there in quiet agony. She wore one of Scar's shirts with her large boots that were placed on her feet lazily, it was as if she had just jumped straight out of bed and ran all the way here, Scar imagined that had been the case. With a heavy heart, Scar ventured toward her before sitting behind his broken woman, his legs bent on either side of her with his arms placed s

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That should help with me not getting in trouble. "She is going to work on fire now, so...." Then, before he can even finish talking, everyone takes off back inside the house, and I can't help the laugh that spills out of me at how fast they all left. "There is no fire here, so how will I work on controlling it?" I ask. "You can create the fire. Hold your hand out and picture fire in your palm." "Will it burn me?" "Of course not, child," So I do as he says and picture the fire in my palm. I see a small red flame start to glow in my palm.