AMARA’S POV

I will never forget the look on Jacob’s face when he looked at me. He knew death was waiting for him but never one so excruciating.

His eyes held hope. Hope that his testament would bring about justice.

But that restatement was never heard.

Never spoken.

The second his lips parted to utter my innocence, the most unsettling scene occurred.

Flames, as though summoned from the pits of hell engulfed him in a split second. I stumbled back as the heat from the flames scorched his ...