The high-density fire energy within the Phoenix Wood residence seemed to pulse in a rhythmic, expectant hum as the newest addition to the Phoenix Academy faculty entered the room. If Susan was the fire of the sun—absolute, regal, and blinding—then the woman standing before Leo Shaw was the fire of the night: flickering, seductive, and dangerous.
May Lewis, the Vice-Principal of the Phoenix Academy, didn't just walk into the room; she owned the air she moved through. She paused, her dark eyes sweeping over the wreckage of the Headmaster’s recently scorched office with a look of practiced amusement before settling on Susan.
"I have to ask, Susan," May Lewis purred, her voice a rich, melodic mezzo-soprano that felt like velvet against the skin. "How exactly did you manage it? The Azure Drag
