Scarlett

The battlefield smelled of burnt flesh and blood; an intoxicating mixture of death and destruction.

I stood in the center of it all, my hands still tingling with the lingering heat of my flames.

The scent of the rogues’ burned remains filled my senses, but instead of loathing, I felt something else entirely.

Satisfaction.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. My power, the thing that had been locked away for so long, now coursed through me like an untamed storm, crackling under my ...