‘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.

Harrick looked away from the small binoculars he held with a grim look. “I do,” 


“How sure are you, it is them?” Harrick asked, with the same skeptic drawl in his tone, ever since the initiation of the plan. 


“You are not having second thoughts, are you?” 


He glanced over his shoulder at the looming figure of his partner, standing in the doorway. Standing in the shadows like always, he thought to himself. 


“They are the best shifters in the order,” he simply answered. 


“Skill is not enough in this situation. If this goes sideways it will blow back on....” 


“It will not!” Harrick raised a brow at his tone. He let out a sigh and his style returned to the normal subtle tone he always used, “This plan is over a decade old, Lord Harrick, have a little faith,” 


“Faith is the luxury of lost souls, we better not be lost,” Harrick spat. 


Chapter 58(On the road to hell but in the best skin)