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Theo’s brows knot as he slowly realizes what Maddie is talking about. “Impossible.” He muttered before coughing which only made him gasp for more air. “Possible.” Maddie smirked. “That ruby stone left inside you will burn your every muscle, slowly. Think of it as an acid. It was supposed to be placed in your heart but you woke up so now, I have to stab you again and double the pain.” Without any word, Maddie stabbed Theo on his right thigh. Theo couldn’t help but to scream in pain. Maddie looked at him as she stabbed his other thigh. She’s shivering in anger and all she wants is to torture him over and over again.

"We both can’t stand one another, so I will get to the point. What you did that day was something that I don’t plan to forgive. You tried to take away her choice. She was fighting you, yet you refused to let her go…" Remembering that day, I felt the burning pain of rage in my chest. "What do you plan to do?" He asked, and for the first time, I saw fear in his eyes. I smirked coldly. Yileyna had fear in her eyes that day too, but he didn’t care. "I'm going to make you feel pain." I whispered, menacingly grabbing hold of his skull. My aura surged around me, and he screamed in agony as the amber flames enveloped his head.

At any cost. Rose swallowed hard, seeing the unshed tears in his eyes. A madness in that gaze, fear of losing her. She cupped his face and held her gaze. “You are a flame of sin, Vladimir, Who burns everything around him. And I decided to stay away from you the moment I opened my eyes.” She inhaled sharply seeing his eyes, “But it didn’t let me in peace. I felt like a moth, pulling into your flames. Again and again. That’s what I have become. That’s what you made out of me. It’s better to burn in your flames with you than live without you.”

He reached through the storm, and the fire bent toward his hand as though eager to kneel. “You are mine, Vaelira,” he said. His voice was thunder across the world. “You always have been.” Her chest cracked. Her tears burned hot, blistering her cheeks. “No—” she choked, defiance splitting her throat. “I am not—” But the word never made it out. The shadows closed around her neck, choking the sound before it could live. And then the fire consumed her. Malick’s POV One moment she was there. Crying, shaking, reaching for him.

Neil waves the iron bar and looks at me viciously, "Violet, I'm giving you one more chance. If you leave that trash now and come back to me, I will only break his legs. Otherwise ..." I step in front of Ziv, "I won't go back with you. And I won't let you hurt him!" Neil's face twists, hatred burning in his eyes, "Very well. Remember, you made me do this. Today is the day of your death! And this place will be your grave!" "Violet?" asks Ziv, standing behind me. "Don't worry, I've worked on my fighting skills. Should be able to at least get you out of here. I'll protect you."

A crack opened, revealing enough space to see her wide, restless green eyes, as if she were about to attack. My body snapped out of the trance as I saw her hand reaching through the crack, forcing the door open. My heart raced as I finally gathered courage and leaped through the window, landing on the roof with a painful impact. The soft snow covered the roof, but my injured leg protested with every step I took. With difficulty, I started walking on the slippery tiles, my breath forming small clouds of vapor. Ivy, below me, urged me to keep going. "Violet, you can do it!" She whispered, her voice filled with anxiety.

A searing pain shot through my leg, and I lay there for a moment, gasping for breath, disoriented and terrified. Above me, Violet’s face appeared at the edge of the gaping hole, her expression a grotesque mask of satisfaction. “Oops,” she said, her voice dripping with false remorse. “Looks like the old mill wasn’t as stable as I thought. A tragic accident, wouldn’t you say?” Panic clawed at my throat. I tried to move, but the pain in my leg was excruciating. I was trapped, injured, and at Violet’s mercy in this desolate, forgotten place.

"Feel the bond between us. Use my stability as a literal anchor. But the fire... the fire is entirely yours." I took a deep, shaky breath, the intoxicating scent of cedarwood and rain completely filling my senses. With his hand firmly grounding my waist, I focused inward, pulling at the spark. I opened my palms over the orb, and a soft, elegant hiss echoed through the chamber. A perfectly controlled stream of golden-solar fire flowed from my fingertips, pouring into the milky liquid, but just as the essence in the orb ignited into a brilliant violet flame, a sudden, intense pain spiked through my lower body. "Ah!" I gasped, my knees instantly buckling underneath me. The violet flame sputtere

Violet My heart started to hammer. “I don’t want whatever game this is,” I said. “I’m leaving Ironcrest after the wedding. In fact, I never wanted to come here. I planned to leave today as well.” “Did you now?” she murmured. Her eyes glinted with that sharp tone of judgment. “You’ve already stayed longer than you intended. You’ve already touched things you shouldn’t have. Formed attachments you don’t want to admit to yourself.”

“Yeah. I claimed credit for his work. What of it? As long as Henry still sides with me, you’ll never win.” She then brought a flame to the papers on the table, and fire instantly spread out. When I saw my father’s blood, sweat, and tears going up in flames, I tried to use my hands to extinguish the fire. I did not even care about the pain. However, smoke still filled the room, and I heard Violet’s weakened voice. “I’m sorry, Henry. I couldn’t get Luna to forgive me. Don’t blame her. I was just too selfish.” Henry rushed over and cradled her burned hands. His heart was full of pity for her.