Alpha Ezra’s Little Witch
Oh, I could almost hear it now, how sweet her scream would sound, like music to my ears as she went up in flames.
Just the thought of it was enough. Fire sparked to life at my fingertips, flickering and hungry. I raised my hand to my face, watching the flames dance across my skin. They licked at me, hot and alive, a blazing promise of what they could do. The craving to hurl it at Nepthar, to watch her beauty burn and her pride crumble, surged through me like a tidal wave. But I held it back. Barely. The fire roared in my veins, but I kept it caged—for now.
I wasn’t going to hurt her, not this time. She was Quinn and Knight’s daughter, and that earned her mercy. But she’d do well to stay out
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