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“Let’s go find a new mother.” They all raised their hands and took a flight. Forces of immortality uniting against the potency of the mortal beings to drown the town in boiling blood… Fire. Fire. Chaos. All Liars are sire!

My shoulder bursts in a piercing, flaming agony. I stumble and gasp. The shadows flutter. I turn; Sofia Rossi is gun smoking in the doorway. Her manner is incomprehensible. "Elara, kindly stand down. Today. I blink. My head is fuzzy. Everything is sliding. Orlov then lashes out. You dare meddle? Once more Sofia cocks the rifle. "Try me." The room bursts in noise. Everything runs concurrently. Lucas leaps for me. Orlov goes on the attack on Sofia. The shadows scream.

Her final weapon. One video. One lie. One truth twisted enough to shatter everything. “Let’s see how much love survives this.”

Her silver eyes gleamed, unblinking, as lightning danced across the sky and cracked down upon the horizon where once a peaceful human village stood. Now? Now it burned. The screams of children, humans, and even rogue wolves echoed like broken music in the distance. Houses collapsed into blackened bone frames, the scent of burning thatch mixing with wet earth and blood. Fire licked the sides of stone and flesh alike, a wild elemental force Florence summoned with a flick of her jeweled fingers. “Let the King feel it,” she whispered. Behind her, Aldrian moved—if he could still be called that.

So those grudges and hatred really did not seem to matter anymore. Another night had passed. In the morning, Kisa woke up from the cold. The fire beside her had gone out, not even a spark left, but only a bit of residual warmth and white smoke. The firewood she had collected was all burned out, so she had to collect it again. She glanced at Gilbert across from her; he was facing the fireplace on his side, one hand under his head as a pillow, one hand casually resting on his waist. Kisa did not want to disturb him. She quietly got up to collect firewood. The lighter was next to her. She had to gather some firewood to get the fire going again, as it was the coldest time of the morning. She pou

I grunt as two of the subjects burst through the flames. “Keep on throwing,” Braden replies. “Even if we don’t kill them all, we need to get away, and we’re running out of places to hide.” “I’ll spread the fire,” I say, lifting my palms and summoning the wind. When the next bottle hits the road, I send wind, prompting the flames higher and wider. The men keep tossing bottles, and soon there is a wall of flames behind us. “That should do it,” Braden exhales deeply when the subjects do not appear again.

His hands steadied me, his voice cut through the fog of exhaustion. “Again,” he would command. And I would obey, teeth gritted, sweat dripping down my spine. By the third day, something shifted. My steps grew surer. My strikes carried weight. I felt the fire inside me not as destruction but as fuel. It terrified me how natural it felt, as though the power had only been waiting for me to claim it. Still, the fortress remained uneasy. The whispers of betrayal had not died. And sometimes, when I caught Lucian staring into the distance, his jaw set, I knew he was carrying burdens he wasn’t sharing.

Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command. It started small—a flicker, a spark in the underbrush near the nearest scout. Panic sparked in his eyes as the fire licked toward him, hungry, alive. Another step, and a second burst ignited, precise, deliberate, a warning turned weapon. Serena realized with a cold, sharp thrill: she was no longer prey. She was predator. The moment came suddenly—a scout lunged, and instinct overtook thought. Her hands exploded with controlled fire, a wave that threw him backward, screaming. The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation.

He looked down at Marco's terrified face, as if staring at a corpse. "Don't worry. When you get discharged, I'll give you a present that'll make you even happier." After saying that, he pulled the gun free and strode out of the ward. "Pass my order," he instructed the men waiting outside. "The peace treaty is void. Crush Marco's remaining forces. Every single one of them." "Yes, Don Rossi!" Then, they left the hospital. As soon as Simon reached the car, his phone started vibrating. It was Giara again.

I'm losing control and I'm seconds away from breathing fire. She slaps me and the fire pushes back a bit. She's glorious in her anger and I can't touch her or I'll never let go. I glance at Mikael. "Control your woman and get her out of here." Pepper tries to run, but Mikael grabs her. Just seeing him touch her pushes smoke from my nostrils and small sparks shoot from my mouth. "Take her away," I roar as I head for my perch where I can release the flames.