‘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.

“Does it hurt?” Eloise asked, sadly. She ran her fingers along Serafine’s right arm. Serafine's right arm contorted with a grotesque elegance, as sinister black fern-like veins slithered down her skin, a haunting testament to the creeping darkness that was slowly consuming her very being. 


“No,” She replied with a smile. They had been seated in the garden for a while now. Eloise took the time to confide in Serafine. She told her about the dreams and visions she’d been having lately. She told her how it had transitioned from rare dreams to reoccurring and vivid dreams. She also told her about her meeting with Syphe and how scary and malicious her aura was. 


"I would have never seen you again if I had not dared. This meeting would have never happened either. We De Richelieus are risk takers and we will do anything to protect what we love, even if it means losing ourselves,” 


Chapter 48(The Beginning of the end; Part V: Surprise, surprise!)