The Fire That Chose Me
“You asked me to.”
He stepped aside, letting her pass. The air inside the cabin smelled of cedar and ash, something wild and old. The walls were lined with books—some new, others ancient, with leather covers and golden etchings. Maps were pinned across the far wall, all hand-drawn. Aiden closed the door behind her and locked it.
Evelynn turned slowly in place, taking it all in.
“This is where you live?”
“Sometimes. It’s where I learned to live.”