Catherine was beyond angry now, and yet her fire was the most glamorous weapon of them all. It flickers with all its honor; maybe that was why she was so delighted with it? The passion along with the welcoming feel of it bestows, but as she approached it deep inside her, it snarls and bites.
Everyone she loves could be gone in minutes, because of single mischief. That was why the fire inside her fought for freedom. So warm, so wonderful, so welcoming. The compassionate perfection of fire.
She turned her gaze towards Nathan; she wants to engulf him with her fire she needs to slay him, to finish him.
One minute she just snapped. All that resentment came out faster than magma and just as dangerous. It absorbed all that she was, so under that ordered world. She shriveled before him, advanc
