I felt the fire inside me flare, reacting to the voice like it recognized something—danger, urgency, or maybe just the presence of another person tied to it. My gut twisted with the same instinct I’d felt earlier, a deep, unrelenting pull toward the source of the voice.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s not a trap. It’s real.”

Logan shot me a doubtful look. “How can you be sure?”

“Because the fire knows it,” I said, voice steady, though my heart was ...