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Inside the house, Nova found an old recorder, the kind Damon had once used to leave messages for Ethan and Grace. She pressed record and spoke. "Dear future flame keepers, If you are hearing this, know: We didn’t walk through fire so you could fear it. We walked through it so you could know you are made of it. Light with tenderness. Burn with justice. Speak with joy. And when the darkness presses in, remember, You come from a thousand sunsets and a million whispered prayers." She saved the recording and placed it carefully among the growing archive. As the evening wound down, Zuri and Ella surprised the family with a musical performance, a song they had written called "Home is a Flame."

"Sophia, I'll burn every favor I've got to take you down. Silence won't save you. Rot in prison. Repent." An Enforcer approached, holding out my phone, and asked about the video. I met his eyes, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Officer, I record my surgeries. Always have. The Healers' Council knows. On slow days, I even film other procedures for training." Alice and Jack heard every word. They went pale. At the station, Jack spotted Barry talking to the Enforcers—snapped. Charged at him like a rabid dog. Barry pointed, voice shaking but clear.

Tino looked up, confused. Dominic’s voice was ice. “Let the boy live. Let him limp. Let him speak. Let everyone see what it costs to take from me and breathe after.” Tino collapsed, sobbing. The other two didn’t scream. They didn’t get the chance. It was quick. Efficient. Clean. Dominic turned away before the final blows landed. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pause. He walked toward the exit as the blood pooled behind him. Just before stepping into the night, he spoke over his shoulder: “Burn everything they touched.” ---

Don't blame me, I've never sang in front of anyone. "Yes." I chuckle. Hardin does as he's asked, and I close my own to help. My voice is soft, but strong, firm but gentle. Starting a little off with being nervous, but it fades. "That Arizona sky burnin' in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire It's buried in my soul like California gold You found the light in me that I couldn't find. So when I'm all choked up But I can't find the words

You burned my house tonight. I will burn the world tomorrow. And when there is nothing left but ash and me, you will crawl to me on broken knees, press your lips to my feet, and beg me to let you breathe. I will say yes. Because you are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. Even your hate is mine. Especially your hate. I am going to fuck you with it until you forget every name but mine. Until the only word you remember how to scream is please.

He licked his teeth and drew the mic close to his lips. The lyrics snarled out of the amplifiers and crawled out over the crowd riding the waves of the music. All I could make out was something about a witch being burnt alive and getting revenge. When it got to the chorus, it was as if he was asking the audience a question. A question I wasn’t sure of the answer to. Am I Evil?

His voice carried the weight of exhaustion and regret, as if he was finally coming to terms with the depth of my unwavering resolve. After a moment, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Willow." His words were heavy with guilt and sorrow. For a brief moment, I thought I sensed sincerity—though it had come too late. None of it mattered to me anymore. I no longer sought comfort in his fleeting remorse or hollow apologies. The attachment that once held me prisoner had become the solid ground beneath my feet as I moved forward. At last, Tucker turned and walked away. His steps were slow and heavy, each one weighed down by exhaustion and defeat.

Well , He always had a great voice. You tell me that you're sad and lost your way You tell me that your tears are here to stay But I know you're only hiding And I just wanna see you You tell me that you're hurt and you're in pain And I can see your head is held in shame, But I just wanna see you smile again See you smile again But don't burn out Even if you scream and shout It'll come back to you And I'll be here for you Oh I will carry you over Fire and water for your love

Playing in the game to lose I did everything for you It's all your fault It's all your fault, bitch Why you gotta be so cruel Playing in the game to lose I did everything for you I hope you suffer Now I swear we'll never make it out alive Cuz we're tied up in this burning house Tied up in this burning house Tried to save us but you watched us die Now we're locked inside this burning house You won't ever let me out Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Listen to the fire, revel in the sound Burn it to the ground, ground, ground Locked inside this burning house Burn it to the ground, burn it to the ground Listen to the fire, revel in the sound Burn it to the ground, ground, ground You w

A thrilling sensation washed over me. It was then that I heard muffled whimpers from outside the door. Madre raised her voice, saying, "I'm aware that you're angry, Cynthia. I have restrained the wretched tramp, Ella, and your parents! You're free to do with them as you please, Cynthia!"