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A few seconds later, she forced her voice to sound calm before saying, "Find him. Find him immediately!" Just as Matthew turned to leave, he spotted me on the operating table and screamed, "Sir!" Tara knitted her brows. "Who are you talking to? I want you to find Eric, not Brandon!" With a trembling finger, he pointed behind her, whispering, "Ms. Brewer, that is Mr. Robles…"

This is how I felt every time I saw and heard her sing and play any musical instrument before. Try to lock me in this cage I won't just lay me down and die I will take these broken wings And watch me burn across the sky Hear the echo saying I... Won't be silenced Though you wanna see me tremble when you try it All I know is I won't go speechless Speechless 'Cause I'll breathe When they try to suffocate me Don't you underestimate me 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless All I know is I won't go speechless

And when I sink into her wet heat, fireworks go off behind my eyes. And they keep going off. I scythe in and out of her, every thrust a life-changing indulgence, every kiss a new promise. Mine, the monster roars. Mine, only mine. Mine forever. And Tom’s in here somewhere still, knowing it’s not right, but I can’t stop the wolf. He gets what he wants, and he wants Jasmine. She has no chance in hell of not being claimed tonight. Mine, mine, mine.

Her voice was a broken whimper, her hips bucking against my face, grinding that sweet, soaked cunt against my lips. "Fuck, you taste like sin," I groaned against her, the vibrations making her shudder. My fingers dug into her thighs, spreading her wider, exposing her—every inch of her, from her clit to that tight little hole that clenched like it was begging to be filled. I lapped at her like a man possessed, my tongue fucking into her before swirling around her clit, over and over, until her thighs were trembling, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps.

DUAA "Then let the world burn, baby. Because on your birthday, you won't just wear the crown. You'll own the fire." His words echoed against the shell of my ear like a curse—dark, destructive, and terrifyingly inevitable. I froze in place, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and lips. His arms wrapped around me from behind, a slow drag of possessive fingers crawling up my waist as if he was claiming every inch of me with just a touch.

Isabella stood before them, clothed in white, her hair braided with gold cords. “We are not here to celebrate a ministry,” she said, her voice lifted above the hum of joy. “We are here to remember that love is the fire that burns and does not consume. That the altar we burned, burned away our pride, our sin, our idols—so that Christ could be enthroned in us.” Arthur joined her and lifted the cup. “To the fire that cleanses, and the King who reigns. May our lives never stop burning.” A thousand voices echoed the amen.

He saw the look on my face showing that I had just gotten it, and so he smiled. “Go on,” he said. I stayed silent in my head, as the rhythm of the music with the lyrics spelt out loud flowing through my head. "Off through the new day's mist, I run out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt, therefore I am Harvesting the land, taking of the fallen lamb" It was actually a song by Metallica titled Wolf and man. Damon stood shocked staring at my lips as I spelt out the lyrics confidently like I owned them.

I had seen that look in Pandora’s eyes on many occasions and it always meant that she was up to no good. “You’ll see,” she said, turning her back to me heading for the car. I watched her as she proceeded to write on the back window. 'Sophie is so slutty that when she heard Santa Claus say HO HO HO she thought she was getting it three times.' I read the message and keeled over in laughter. I was laughing so hard that my stomach was starting to cramp. Pandora then turned to me and dropped what was left of the lip stick back in her purse, “So,” she said and smiled up at me, “What do you think?”

Something burned inside my veins like a venom, something which I couldn't point out. My jaw clenched tight. My hand tightened around the steering wheel. Just pray, Lisa. Pray it was no one important. Pray you were not laughing for another man. Because I am not enjoying this feeling. Not fucking one bit!

Sliding it open, I pulled out one sheet of paper. The handwriting was jagged, impatient, black ink bleeding into the fibers. No greeting, no signature. Just words, stark and chilling: “Walk away from her, or you’ll burn with her.” I read it twice. Three times. The words didn’t soften. They only sharpened, cutting deeper each time my eyes traced them. Burn. The word struck hardest, dragging me back to the fire Isabella had survived—the flames that had shaped her entire existence. Now the fire had been extended to me.