Page 101 of Heiress of Fire

Davina tried her very best to pay attention to the audible noises of her surroundings, but it seemed like Isaiah was using his ability of air currents to cause a breeze to follow them, canceling out any sounds for Davina to discreetly investigate their location.

Isaiah removed his hand from covering her eyes. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Her eyes fluttered open, finding a lilac hue washing up on the shore from the aurora borealis twirling in the starry sky. The wind no longer pressured against her ear as she welcomed the calm waves cascading over the sand.

The waves were beautiful as bright lavender formed different shapes above the water. She beamed with a bright smile.

“Do you like it?” Isaiah asked.

“Of course I do. Isaiah, it’s wonderful. How is this possible?”

She laughed as her eyes watched the colorful waves splashing closer toward them.

“Let’s say I know someone who can create Borealis at will.”

Davina turned to Isaiah who was already looking at her, a smile on his face. The moon shined through his black frames and above his brown eyes. For some reason, Davina felt her cheeks heat. Perhaps all his efforts were finally paying off.

Davina lowered her eyes as a small smile crept onto her face. Isaiah slowly reached for her chin, softly.

“I’m so happy you’re here. That you’re okay and that you’ve made it this far. Happy birthday, Vivi.”

Davina’s eyes froze the moment his lips pronounced a forgotten nickname that she hadn’t been called in so long, her lips gaped. He called her Vivi. Just like Ron used to call her. Used to. He no longer did.

Perhaps if she just closed the space between them, she would be able to forget about the youngest Levina.

But she was terribly wrong. Isaiah’s lips were soft yet vile, delicate yet foreign. His hands wrapped around her waist as she embraced him. How she wished for this moment to end. It felt so strange and unpleasant. But she felt like he deserved at least this much of her. If her heart could not belong to him, then she could do him this favor of sharing a sweet moment under aurora borealis lighting up their night.

Hopefully, he couldn’t decipher her draining strength as she stiffened a smile onto her face, forcing it upon herself for his sake. This was the most that she could give him after everything he’d done for her.

“Thank you. I truly don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Davina said, still having her arms wrapped around his neck.

“The past few months have been a wonderful adventure with you. Fighting the Predators and winning over Bellatorm’s support. I’ve never felt this connected to someone else and I’ve never been so certain of my future until I met you,” he began.

“Isaiah.” Davina let go of him.

He quickly grabbed onto her hands. “Truthfully, since the moment I saw you walk in through Castellum, you captivated me. The moment I saw your unique power manifesting during your activation ceremony, during training, and in battle, you won my heart. Each day that passes you continue to do so.”

Isaiah caressed her bruised knuckles. “I want to move forward in our relationship. I want to make you my wife. I want to share my life with you and start a family. I want to settle down after the war and just live a peaceful life with you.”

Davina was left speechless. Tremors ran down her body.

“You’re shaking. Are you okay? Are you feeling cold?” he asked. He began to shrug off his brown jacket.

He didn’t know that she never felt cold because of her fire abilities. Except for when she felt anxious and scared. If fear and anxiety were not present when she felt cold, then something was terribly wrong with her.

“No, no, don’t worry. I’m not cold,” she began. “It’s just…that I’m not ready for the next step.”

His shoulders slumped as his lips dropped to a frown.

“Yet,” she added. “I will be soon. I promise.”

“I guess I understand. It is your eighteenth birthday today,” he whispered.

“Yeah, I just turned eighteen. You’re nineteen, almost twenty, we’re young. There’s no rush. I’m sure with time, I’ll start feeling ready little by little.” She smiled.

Davina recalled the words she told Ron.

I can’t be the perfect bride who sits by the window in a nice dress, waiting for her husband to come home. I need this war, I need to fight. I need to do something with my life.

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