Fifty-Nine

Cleo’s POV

Incinerating the flesh from the council members and the guard until they were nothing more than a pile of ash did nothing to stir feelings within me. Though when Roman told me he loved me, I felt a stir. A stir that I couldn’t let happen, not yet, and perhaps not at all.

The power I possessed, the fear I spread whenever I used it, had excitement bubbling inside me. I wanted it all; I wanted access to every aspect the darkness had to offer. It was as if a part of me had been asleep for far too long and had now awoken, ready to have its turn.

Taking Roman’s hand, I felt the flames come forward without a word leaving my lips. As time passed, it was as if they knew when I would want them and began acting independently. The blue flames surrounded us, their painless heat warming my now constantly cold body before dying out, revealing a new location.

‘A Queen could get used to such a mode of transportation.’ Freya was impressed with how easily the use of hellfire had become. Usin