Cora’s pov.
I backed away, hacking up a lung as a wave of heat slapped me in my face.
Horror curled in my chest as I took in the scene before me.
My first instinct was to turn around and run as fast as my legs could carry me. Not just because of fear of Creed; I’ve seen what that black fire of his can do, I’ve seen how it easily turned a grown man into nothing but a small pile of ash, but because I’m a siren, a creature of the water.
Fire and Water don’t mix and only the gods knew what would happen if I got even an inch closer to the inferno that swirled around him.
I racked my head on what to do, fear pounding in my ears and making it hard for me to think. There was nobody in the house but us and for once I regretted that Creed was the kind of man that craved seclusion.
He wasn’t
