Fiona’s POV Amelia has fainted in my arms. The shock of everything has proven too much for her. I gently caress her hair as my eyes lock on the door of the room. I can see its wood blackening and I know any second now the fire will take us in its grasp. Pressure builds behind my eyes but I don't l

Fiona’s POV “I don’t think he is going to make it.” I hear someone say sadly. Micah! The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air as my eyes burst open. The room is vast, a panorama of white walls and pristine equipment, and I'm cocooned in crisp, clean sheets. My body aches, each movement se

Fiona’s POV I feel the heat radiating between us, the intensity of his touch making every nerve in my body come alive. As Micah's fingers linger on the clasp of my bra, a shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. The promise in his voice sends a thrill through me, and without a second thought, I b

Micah’s POV I stand at the edge of the bed, my heart pounding, watching Fiona's body convulse. It's a painful yet fascinating sight. Her bones contort, and I clench my fists to my sides, fighting the urge to reach out and ease her pain. This is something she must endure alone, her transition, her v

"Ah Micah, always the rebellious one," Alara sneers, her gaze locking onto her step-son. "Your constant defiance towards your father was no secret. You've always challenged his authority." Micah narrows his eyes at her. "What does that have to do with my father's murder, Alara? And why were you an