[Hazel pov]
I stepped forward, the heat of his presence washing over me like a forge’s breath. “And what if that doesn’t define us?” I said, looking straight into his eyes as time itself seemed to hold.
I moved closer, our gazes locked. I raised my hands to touch the strong planes of his face, and as my fingers made contact, the fire around him began to fade. “I promise I will end this,” I whispered. He stared at me, and the flames dwindled rapidly, leaving only shimmering air in their wake.
“Hazel,” he breathed, his own hands rising to cradle my cheeks. His eyes, once burning embers, were now slowly deepening into a calm, steady blue.
It was true. I was the cure, just as Morwenna had said. Now I had one goal: to end it all, even if it meant sacrificing my innocence.
Soon our faces we
