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[Ayla's POV]

Fire envelopes me, attempting to lick at my skin but not doing any damage. However, even if the fire wasn't a real threat, the large beast towering over Alphonze was.

"No, you don't!" I hiss, lifting my arm, so a flame thrower appears. "Don't you fucking touch him!"

A scream of rage escapes me as fire explodes from my outstretched hand and wraps around the beast's throat like a whip, so I can yank him back and hold him in place while Barren deals the finishing blow to his chest.

Once it stops moving, I rush forward and kneel in front of Alphonze so that I can try to calm him.

"Hey," I murmur, reaching out and grabbing his hands. "You're alright."

I wait as Alphonze's gaze flicks from me to the flames and then back. Deep within it, I can see the fear that is burying him alive and realize that it is similar to my own fear of the darkness I harbored.

"Alphonze," I announce more firmly, grabbing his cheeks and making him look at me. "Focus on me."

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