Bond of Flame and Fang
Seraphina’s POV
Ash clung to my skin like a second layer. The scent of scorched earth and fear still lingered in the air, a sharp reminder that the rogues were gone, driven back not by steel or strategy, but by the fire I didn’t know I could wield.
I was trembling, though not from a cold. My arms still tingled with residual heat, the faint orange glow of embers curling around my fingertips like ghost-light. I could feel the fire nesting beneath my skin, hungry and watchful. It had awakened.
And so had something else.
Rael stood a few feet away, half-shadowed by the low mist curling over the charred earth. His expression was unreadable. A hardened warrior’s mask. But his eyes... his eyes looked at me like I was something unnameable.
Something dangerous.
Somethi
