Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 105939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Can't get close,” Captain Rodriguez shouted over the alarms when Bastien flashed his license. “Started about twenty minutes ago. Building's full of old documents—went up like kindling.”
Bastien studied the flames licking from second-floor windows. These fires moved with purpose, following patterns that spelled various words only the surrounding documents understood. They avoided certain texts while consuming others completely, selective in ways that revealed intelligence behind their spread.
Maestro's retaliation. He'd threatened consequences for Bastien's refusal, and now those consequences were devouring everything Delphine valued most.
“Anyone inside?” Bastien asked, though dread was already forming in his chest.
“Building was supposed to be empty. But . . .” Rodriguez gestured toward a firefighter approaching with grim urgency. “Tell him what you told me, Morrison.”
The younger man's face was pale beneath his helmet. “Heard someone calling for help from the second floor. Woman's voice. But every attempt we make to get close, the flames surge higher. It's like they're defending something.”
Delphine.
Bastien was moving before conscious thought formed. Past the fire barriers, past Rodriguez's shouts of warning, up the Archive's front steps toward doors that stood open like a mouth breathing fire. Heat washed over him in waves that should have seared flesh, but his nature provided protection mortals didn't possess.
The first floor burned in careful patterns. Flames traced lines across hardwood floors, forming geometric shapes that pulsed with their own light. They'd consumed the genealogical section completely—years of family records reduced to ash that swirled in deliberate spirals. But other areas remained untouched, as if the fire knew exactly what it wanted to destroy.
Smoke filled the stairwell, thick enough to blind mortal eyes. But Bastien's enhanced senses cut through the haze, following Delphine's scent upward toward whatever trap awaited on the second floor.
He found her in the main research room, surrounded by a perfect circle of flames that rose from floor to ceiling like prison bars made of light. She knelt in the circle's center, hands pressed against her mouth to filter smoke, her dark hair falling around her face as she tried to stay below the worst of the heat.
The flames pulsed brighter whenever she moved, responding to her presence with hungry intelligence. Not random fire—these flames had been summoned specifically for her, keyed to her bloodline signature in ways that made them deadly to her touch but harmless to everything else in their immediate radius.
“Delphine!” He started toward the circle, but the flames roared higher, their heat driving him back. “Don't move! I'm coming for you!”
Her head snapped up at his voice, relief and terror warring in her expression. “Bastien! How did you—the stairs are blocked by fire!”
Not blocked. Controlled. The flames had allowed him passage because they weren't meant to kill him. This was theater, designed to force exactly the choice he now faced—let her die or reveal what he was.
A memory crashed through him without warning. Another fire, another woman surrounded by flames that responded to her bloodline. But that time, he'd arrived too late.
The Lacroix estate in 1763, where flames consumed the main house while servants fled screaming into the night. He'd raced through rooms filled with smoke and fire, following Charlotte's voice as she called his name through the inferno. Found her in the library, trapped by walls of fire that burned blue-white with unnatural heat.
“I tried to stop them,” she gasped, her gown singed but her eyes blazing with fury rather than fear. “They corrupted the ritual. Turned my binding spell into something monstrous.”
He'd reached for her through the flames, but the fire had surged higher, forming a barrier he couldn't cross. “Charlotte, take my hand!”
“I can't! They've keyed the flames to my blood. If I touch them . . .” She looked at him with understanding that broke his heart. “You have to let me finish what I started. Even if it kills me.”
And she'd stepped into the fire before he could stop her, her scream cutting through smoke and flame as the binding spell consumed her life to power its completion.
Not again. Never again.
Bastien pulled power from depths he'd kept buried for decades. Fallen angel nature rose within him like tide returning to shore, transforming flesh that had pretended mortality into something that could challenge forces older than human civilization.
His skin began to glow with soft radiance that pushed back the smoke. The flames around Delphine flickered, their perfect circle wavering as something more powerful than their summoner's will entered the room.
He stepped into the fire.
Heat that should have reduced him to ash parted around his form like water around stone. The flames hissed and recoiled, their programming unable to process an entity that existed outside their parameters. Bastien walked through fire that had been designed to kill anyone with mortal blood, his nature providing protection no human could claim.
Delphine stared at him in shock as he reached the circle's center, her mouth open in disbelief. “What . . . how are you . . .?”