Crimson Heir

her breath misting in the moonlight that spilled through the frosted window. The fi

dream pulled h

round pulsed beneath her bare feet, humming with whispers-hundreds of them. The voic

flame... She

axine stepped into a clearing

d like a storm cloud, and her violet eyes glowed with fury and sorrow. She wore a scorched

asked, though the answ

owly. "I am what th

ira

gentle, yet consuming. "And you

ead. "That's not p

e rising. "Wolf, Vampire, Witch. Three lines con

them surged, and M

want any

whispered, suddenly inches fr

they didn't burn. Instead, they whi

efore they do. Befo

st no

not what

en the

xine's heart. A jolt of white

ke

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pright in bed. Sweat drenched h

w next that stole the

d cold hours ago... yet the

ror, her eyes