RANDOLPH'S POV
Black smoke fills the room in a matter of seconds. Not one of us can barely see or breathe. Covering my mouth with my arm, I scan through the room for my mate. “Dear God, please don’t let my woman and child be dead,” I plead.
“Find Pearl, Randolph! Hurry!” I beg.
“I know! I am looking, but there is so much smoke and her mark is not lit up,” he whimpers, worrying too.
“I… I’m sorry.” Malcolm coughs and covers his mouth with his hands.
"Say you are sorry later, kid. I got to find Pearl fast!"
“I can help,” Malcolm offers. His tone is remorseful, yet determined while he grips Destiny’s hands.
“What are you doing?” Destiny asks in shock. “This fire is too much out of control. You know I can’t stop it!”
“Not alone you can’t, but together we can, sis,” he smirks.
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