Ever since they separated while defending against the blast, Aurora had been worried sick.
It wasn't only Atticus; she had also been looking at and mapping where he would crash with the intention of rushing to him as soon as possible.
Unlike Atticus, she hadn't been burnt by the fire, and this was all thanks to him, but she had been able to see everything.
From how Atticus had protected her and, in turn, how intense the fire that had ravaged his body was when he had been blasted back.
It was all because of her! This thought kept playing inside Aurora's head. She had tried countless times, and no matter how many times she tried, her fire bloodline wasn't responding.
Not even a spark. And considering the way Atticus had defended against the flames, it was clear the same thing applied to him too. He couldn't use any of his elements.
