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Chapter 9: Black Fire

Chapter 9

Black Fire

Elara kicked the door open.

It slammed into the wall so loud it sounded like the whole place cracked.

Dante stepped out from the shadows, dragging Raphael like trash.

“Came to save him?” he sneered. “Looks more like a funeral.”

Elara wiped the blood from her mouth.

“I dreamed this exact moment. You died in the end.”

The black hawk shot off her shoulder, nearly blew a hole through Dante’s chest.

He barely dodged—his shirt caught fire, revealing a pulsing mark on his chest.

“You tied your soul to Lorenzo?” she said, narrowing her eyes. “That’s disgusting.”

Dante coughed blood, laughing.

“Still better than being dead.”

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Elara dropped to her knees, touched Raphael’s face. Cold. But still breathing. Barely.

“f**k destiny,” she whispered.

Then she did something completely insane—shoved the hawk straight into her own chest.

It hurt like hell.

But she held on, forcing the fire into Raphael’s veins, like she was dragging him back from something worse than death.

Cassia burst in, panicked.

“Are you insane?! That could kill you!”

“Not dead yet,” Elara said through gritted teeth. “And neither is he.”

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Then the door exploded. Again.

This time it was her mother.

Isolde stepped in, wrapped in holy fire.

Seline stood beside her, gripping a knife, hands trembling.

Elara stood up slowly. Black fire leaked from her eyes like tears that burned.

“Perfect,” she said with a grin.

“Family reunion. Who wants to die first?”