The evening shadows cast long fingers across the cobblestone path as we approached Nathaniel's house, a dark, squat building tucked away on the outskirts of the demon capital.
Its windows were tightly shuttered, and a thick layer of dust covered the exterior as if the house had been abandoned for years. But the light flickering through a single crack in the shutters betrayed otherwise.
Ciara's eyes narrowed, and her fists clenched. I could feel the heat emanating from her body as her fury simmered just beneath the surface.
There was no hesitation in her step as she led us up the path, the air around her crackling with barely restrained power.
She looked as if she'd become flame itself, her aura blending with the twilight. Her hands started to glow with a violet hue, and I recognised the signature of her purple fire, a fire said to burn hotter than any normal flame and was reserved only for her most unforgiving wrath.
