Brando snapped his head up, gaze locking onto the direction where thick black smoke billowed skyward. His pupils constricted violently.
The fire was erupting right from the main bedroom chamber, the very room he shared with Solenne.
His heart lurched so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest, crippling terror and cold despair flooding his veins in one brutal wave, squeezing the air straight out of his lungs.
He didn't hesitate for a single second, legs pumping as he sprinted like a man possessed straight for the burning chamber.
The second he reached the outside of the bedchamber, the sight before him made his blood run cold and rage boil so hot it nearly blinded him.
Raging flames were devouring every inch of the ornate Gothic bedroom. The dry winter air had fed the blaze,
