Hello guys this is unfortunately not another chapter as I am trying to write it right now and struggling with what to write so if anyone has ideas or suggestions for the next chapter please comment and I will try put it in either chapter 5 or the next few chapters 🙃
In an age of fire-lit rituals and forgotten gods, Lavinia was a shadow—an assassin once bound to the Scorchbinders, now a traitor to their flame. Sylvia was a village girl, meant to die on an altar beneath a blood-red moon, chosen by a fate she never understood. Their paths crossed in the night of the ceremony, when Lavinia’s blade turned not toward the offering, but the cult that made her. Fleeing through wild woods and silent ruins, they carry between them a silence thick with danger, mercy, and something neither can name. In a world ruled by fear and fire, their bond is a quiet defiance.
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