‘Where am I?’ Eloise woke up abruptly to find herself by a small pond, in the middle of a very large garden. The cool evening breeze blew wisps of her dark red hair into her face.
She looked down to find herself in a beautiful white gown. She slowly stood to her feet confused.
‘My wedding day?’ But that was two days from now. She quickly touched her stomach to find no stab wounds. She found no blood in her palms either. She swore they were filled with blood minutes ago
The scene of Cole stabbing her was so vivid now. 
She died......
Yes, she died. She would never mistake the fear she felt while, Cole pushed her off the balustrade. It was real. She knew what she felt. The sharp piercing pain from the cold iron knife, he stabbed her with. The satisfaction in his eyes while he stabbed her multiple times. The hate.
 Pure hate, she thought.
But why?
Why would the love of her life kill her? 
Most importantly, why wasn’t she dead yet? Yes, she was the Phoenix. She could rise from the ashes every time she died but not this time. She was sealed.
Yes, by that woman. She’d seen that tattoo on her hand before, but where? 
Oh, she remembered it all perfectly now. There was a witch circle, the seal of the condemned, a bright red moon and her blood.... 
 She fell from a three-story building, right to the bottom of the pool. She spent her last breath drowning because she couldn’t swim. 
What a terrible way to die, she thought. Or maybe not.... She was alive, wasn’t she?
Some terrible dream that was......

INTO THE FLAMES.

Thorne abruptly ripped the sheet from his journal and tossed it into the trash can yet another hypothesis. “A hypothesis gone wrong?” Miles asked. 


He looked to find him strolling through the lab, touching and fiddling through his experiments. Miles raised a beaker filled with a dark solution and observed it quietly. He shook the beaker and watched as the fluid swirled in the glass. He brought the beaker to his nose and sniffed it. 


“How exactly do you know what I am thinking? Are you doing it again?” Thorne snapped as he swiped the beaker from his hand. 


“You know how my abilities work, brother and trust me, I have no interest in knowing the horrors that run through your head. That is some foul-scented liquid. What is that?” Miles asked, curiously. 


“An experiment in progress. What are you doing here?” Thorne asked flatly. 


Chapter 39(Dreams and Nightmares)