Chapter 11 :Fire And Transformation
Ember stared at her hands—her flaming, not-burning hands—and tried to process what had just happened. She was on fire. Actual […]
Ember stared at her hands—her flaming, not-burning hands—and tried to process what had just happened. She was on fire. Actual […]
Ember woke to sunlight and panic. She was still in Blaze’s chambers. Still in his arms. And someone was knocking
Phoenix’s healing magic felt like warm honey spreading across Ember’s frozen back. She lay face-down on a bed in chambers
Princess Kestrel arrived at dawn, when the Fire Court was at its coolest. Ember watched from her chamber window as
A week into her captivity, Ember met the others. She’d known there were mortal servants in the Fire Court—Lark had
Three days passed in a blur of performance and pretense. Ember learned the rhythm of her captivity. Mornings alone in
Ember had three hours to compose herself before the knock came. She’d spent those hours pacing her chambers, trying to
Ember stared at Prince Blaze across the desk, certain she’d misheard. “You… what?” “I plan to set you free,” he
Ember’s “cell” was nicer than her bedroom at home had been. She stood in the center of the room, chains
Three hours earlier… Blaze Emberclaw hated the mortal markets. He stood in the shadows at the edge of the auction