Sylvia Day Crossfire Novels Novels & Stories

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

The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine. My breath caught, my body poised on the edge of surrender. This was more than a trial—it was a crucible, a reckoning. The shard thrummed in my chest, ready to either crown me or consume me. But as I raised my foot toward the circle of fire, one thought cut deeper than all the rest—when the flames closed in, would they honor Selena Cross… or awaken Ashara once and for all?

Clara’s POV The fire crackled quietly in the corner of my living room. My head was rested on Damon’s shoulder, a place that had now become my safe heaven. I felt warm and safe in his hands. For the first time in months, I actually let myself breathe. No fear or worries. “What are you thinking about?” he asked softly. I smiled to myself. “How peaceful this feels,” I said. “I don’t want it to end.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

I groan low, pressing fully against her, losing myself in her heat, in her scent, in the way her body yields to mine. “Crosswalk…” she whispers, almost a plea, almost a warning, almost surrender. I let my lips meet hers again, hard, deep, urgent. Her hands roam my back, tugging me closer, needing me even as she tries to resist. Her legs tighten around me, her body flush against mine, every inch of her trembling, every gasp, every moan, a symphony of fire I can’t resist.

Sylvia had no bra on yet her breasts stood firm in that top. With desire burning in his eyes, David darted his gaze to her jeans and began to wrestle with the button. With her hands tugged inside his hair, she moaned when David pulled her jeans down. “Wait!” Sylvia cried out. Her conscience had just struck her just when David was about to slip his hands in between her thighs. Ignoring her cry, David went ahead and plunged his fingers into her. She moaned at an instant and her eyes began to roll backward. Sylvia’s hands began to tremble as she fought to stay with David’s tempo. He was moving his fingers back and forth into her so quickly that not even a vibrator could do the trick.

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

Chapter Ten What’s Left After Fire 10:35 P.M. Elsewhere — A highway off the coast Rena Every drove with one hand on the wheel, the other flipping through a set of surveillance photos. Cain. Saxon. A kiss. A kill. A bloodied man strapped to a chair. Her red lips twisted in satisfaction. “Men fall in love,” she said to no one. “And then they fall apart.” She reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a burner phone. Dialed.

He raised his hand to knock but before he could the door opened and a woman stood there with David Chen behind her. She was maybe in her late forties with graying hair and eyes that looked tired in ways that had nothing to do with sleep. When she saw Damien her entire body went rigid, her hand gripping the doorframe so hard her knuckles turned white. "Sarah," David said gently, his hand on her shoulder. "This is Damien Cross. The man who killed Marcus." The words hung in the air like accusation and truth mixed together and I watched Sarah's face cycle through emotions too fast to name. Rage and grief and something that looked almost like relief flashed across her features before settling int

“Good. Because I’m not done with you tonight.” My phone buzzed one last time. Brady: “Thinking about you. Sweet dreams.” Alexander saw it and pulled me closer, possessive. “Block him if you want. But we both know you won’t. The jealousy keeps you wet for me.” I kissed him deep, already feeling heat build again. The secret survived tonight. But with Brady still texting, Sophia still pushing, and our parents suspicious… how long until the next fire?

Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not when I belong to you." But Cross was spiraling. His emotions raged inside him like a hurricane, tearing through reason. All he could think about was Zod’s hands on her, Zod’s scent covering her body. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pressed his forehead to hers.