Blaze:
Flames. So many f*****g flames.
They danced like demons in the night, tearing through wood and memory, leaving nothing but smoke and screams. I was just a kid, nine years old, sprinting toward the fire like I could do something—anything. My lungs burned, my throat raw from yelling her name. But someone grabbed me. Strong arms, holding me back. I kicked and screamed, fought like hell to get loose.
“I have to save her!” I cried, over and over again.
But the flames kept rising. And I knew, she was long gone.
I shot upright in bed, sweat slicking my skin, heart hammering like a god damn drum. For a moment, I didn't know where I was—until I felt her.
Kat.
Her soft hands were on my face, gentle but firm, stroking my cheeks, fingers brushing back damp hair. She held me close to her
