ALLISON.

His gaze didn’t waver. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that my brother could look at me with such ruthless eyes.

“I’m losing patience, Allison. Come with me, or their blood will be on your hands,” he warned. His tone was ominous, enough to send a chill down my spine. And I knew it was not an empty threat, especially not when I was watching how the flames envelop his arms, waiting for his next command… looking to devour and burn us into crisp.

I ...