"I did not agree!"
Lucian's voice rang in every corner of our bedroom after we coming back from The Blaze.
After meeting Celeste earlier, I didn't know how to express what I felt.
All my life, I thought I was alone. But when she told me I was her twin, a part of me… felt so happy.
I have a family.
I finally have a family.
So I asked her to wait. Wait for me to find a way to save her.
But now here I was, confronting the mad ice dragon when I told him about using my flame to heal Celeste.
"I am not letting you do that," Lucian growled, with his eyes full of fear.
I blinked. "Lucian—"
"No." His voice was sharp, final. "You are NOT using your flame on her."
I stepped back a little. "But she's dying. And if my flame can stabilize her core, even for a while—"
"That's exactly the problem," he snapped.
His eyes burned cold, "You don't even understand what your flame is."
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
