Chapter 5

Upon entering the tower, Evan waved his hand over the hearth. From the mound of gray ashes, an orange-red flame flared to life. He turned away from it and started to cross the floor to his workshop door when he stopped abruptly. Out of the corner of his eye, the flames danced sensually, dragging his gaze back to them. He turned slowly and, in an instant, felt his blood run cold.

Within the flames, a man’s form appeared. The fire flickered, and the image became clearer until Evan could see his reflection in the brilliant emerald depths of the man’s eyes. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the image faded, leaving only the bright orange flames.