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The fire swirled, blazing hotter and higher until it covered Diana. It curled around her like a living thing.
Alec could see why primitive man had created the myths of fire gods and goddesses. Diana in all her glory was an awesome sight—but before he could blink, she was gone.
He glanced at the pile of firewood. Better to be safe than sorry. Using vampiric speed, he went outside to bring more wood from the truck.
Alec’s tension and excitement dissipated as the minutes stretched into an hour. On impulse, he searched for news coverage on the fire on his tablet. Given the scale of the fire, there was a lot to choose from. He scanned the various media outlets for signs that Diana hadn’t been discovered doing whatever it was she was doing.
Or that the body of small redhead hadn’t been f
