[Fineon’s POV]I watch with wide eyes as Nix’s soldiers work to put out all the irritating flame pests and then the wall of fire that is keeping me from Fallon. Once they’re finished, Geraldo makes his way forward and places a hand on my shoulder."Why are you just standing here?" he asks, eyeing me
‘What if I told you that your father is alive?’‘What?’This time, I’m unable to remain silent as his words ring loud and clear in my head. My father? How the hell could that possibly be true? He never came looking for us!‘You poor thing,’ Mateo chuckles. ‘How does it feel to know that everything y
[Fallon’s POV]"Careful, what is going through your head right now is blasphemy."Snapping back to the present, I stare into Mateo's amused face and try to find some sign that everything he said was a lie. However, all I see is blatant hatred and even a slight bit of hurt that makes my heart clench
‘Your gift,’ she insists, causing a wave of confusion to hit me.What gift was she talking about? My ability to see the future What good would that even do? It couldn’t stop him from what he was doing.‘The other.’Other? Since when did I have another gift, and why wasn’t I aware of it?Wracking my
[Fallon’s POV]"What the hell is this?" Anita demands, looking around the room. "What is that?""Mount Malum!" I yell. "It’s going to erupt!"Dammit! While I was watching what was happening with Fineon, Mateo had managed to draw enough blood to trigger the curse that would trigger Mount Malum to eru
‘Fallon!’ Fineon hisses again. ‘Hey, don’t you dare close your eyes.’‘Fight,’ I whisper, trying to remain conscious. ‘You’re surrounded, and Anita needs your help up above.’‘Like hell, I’m going to just leave you here,’ he snaps. ‘You’re going to be okay, and you’re going to return victorious with
[Hindrick’s POV]I stare at Fulgor Prison, fighting the urge to storm in there like a bat out of hell, ready to destroy everyone and everything. These bastards were the reason that my cousin was now dead, and I would make all of them pay.After finally being calmed down by Uncle Ramone, we began to
[Anika’s POV]Pain rips through my chest with every inch the anima sword makes through Mateo’s body. Even if I managed to destroy the mark he left on me, our bond was still there, and I wasn’t too surprised I was feeling what he was. This was how strong our bond had always been, and in a way, I was