Chapter Ninety Five

CHAPTER NINETY FIVE

I watch in growing horror as Darius bursts into flames.

Behind him Kayla is walking towards us and I recognise what she’s holding.

It’s a heart.

A heart on fire.

The vampire’s heart.

It’s only weakness.

She’s looking at the burning vampire, a bored look in her eyes. And I know. I know that I'm not looking at Kayla, the little girl, who had begged me to take her with me or had hugged me when crying as she talked about her family.

I’m looking at the Phoenix that everyone is coveting.

Cruel.

Those eyes signed with fire are cruel and bored.

A terrifying combination.

“Kayla,” I murmur her name.

When she doesn’t respond, I say it louder.

This time, she looks at me.

She doesn’t say anything just tilting her head, and looking at me in curiosity.

I swallow my own fear, trying to remember that while she may be the legendary phoenix, she's also a little girl.

"I think that's enough," it's difficult to keep my voice steady.