‘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.

Elvira sat quietly, staring at her trembling fingers. She balled them into fists and closed her eyes hoping they will stop trembling. But that only made it worse. The shiver travelling down her spine spread throughout her entire body. She was going to meet her brother any moment from now. It's been over two months since she last saw him. The mere thought of facing him terrified her to no end. 


He is going to kill you, the tiny voice at the back of her head voiced. Her gut clenched and the taste of bile climbed up her throat. 


A firm hand suddenly settled on hers, instantly easing her of her worry. When she looked up, it was Miles, staring at her with that beautiful smile as always. His eyes olive eyes were bright crimson tonight, even so, he looked handsome. 


Chapter 51(The Beginning of the end; Part VIII: Lady Fern of Spain)