Page 71 of Fired Up Love

Zina responded with equal fervor, her lioness purring beneath her skin as she wound her arms around his neck. This wasn’t a time for restraint or propriety—they’d faced death together and emerged victorious. The primal parts of their nature demanded acknowledgment.

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When they finally broke apart, Zina became aware of their audience. Bryn and Jamie had emerged from behind the pillar, looking disheveled but triumphant. Bryn wore a knowing smirk while Jamie busied herself checking on the mercenaries, who remained disoriented from her snapdragon dust attack.

“Get a room, you two,” Bryn called, brushing stone dust from her clothes. “Preferably one without ancient magical artifacts or unconscious bad guys.”

Luciana approached them, her manacles having deactivated when the ritual reversed. Despite her torn dress and disheveled appearance, she maintained a dignified bearing.

She knelt beside her brother’s still form, checking his pulse with practiced efficiency. “He’s alive,” she announced, her expression complex—relief mingled with sorrow. “But I can’t sense his lion anymore. The backlash severed his connection to his shifter side.”

“A fitting consequence,” Xai observed, his wings gradually retracting as his shift receded. Golden scales still shimmered across his hands where they wrapped around Zina’s waist. “He sought to corrupt the balance of power. Now he’ll live without his own.”

Luciana rose, shoulders straight despite her obvious exhaustion. “I’ve been gathering evidence of my brother’s activities for months,” she said. “Financial records, correspondence with mercenaries, plans to manipulate ley lines—all documented. I’ll testify before the council to ensure he can’t hurt anyone else.”

“That couldn’t have been easy,” Zina said softly, recognizing the courage such a decision required. “He’s still your brother.”

“Family isn’t just blood,” Luciana replied, a sad smile touching her lips. “It’s also choice. Severin made his long ago when he decided power mattered more than people.” She brushed dust from her torn sleeve in a gesture of composure. “I’m making mine now.”

The chamber rumbled again, drawing their attention to the still-glowing triangle. The ritual circle had stabilized, but the magical backlash had damaged the chamber’s structural integrity. Cracks spread across the floor beneath the triangle, releasing wisps of golden energy.

“We need to get back to the Founding Pyre,” Zina said, sudden urgency filling her voice. “This reversal will have affected it.”

Xai nodded, his arm tightening around her waist. “Can you walk?”

She straightened, summoning her remaining strength and trying not to lean too obviously against his solid warmth. “I’ve got a spa to save and a magical flame to stabilize. Walking is non-negotiable.”

His low chuckle vibrated against her side as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “That’s my lioness.”

The possessive claim sent a pleasant shiver through her body. Five days ago, she’d been a normal spa owner, worried about profit margins and aromatherapy blends. Now she stood in the arms of an ancient dragon shifter who looked at her like she’d hung the moon.

Life in Enchanted Falls certainly kept things interesting.

“Let’s get Severin secured first,” she suggested, reluctantly stepping from Xai’s embrace. “I doubt he’ll stay unconscious forever.”

“I’ve got just the thing,” Jamie said, producing enchanted binding cuffs from her seemingly bottomless herbalist pouch. “Anti-magic restraints. They’ll dampen any residual abilities he might have.”

“And I’ve already called Artair,” Bryn added, holding up a communication crystal. “He’s sending security to transport Severin to the council’s holding cells.”

As they prepared Severin for transport, Zina surveyed the chamber once more. The glowing triangle connection between her, Xai, and Luciana remained visible—three magical signatures intertwining in harmonious balance. Something profound had happened here tonight, something that would change their roles in Enchanted Falls forever.

The mate bond between her and Xai pulsed strong and steady, a golden thread tying them together through the chaos. She hadn’t expected to find love while defending her mother’s legacy, but as her lioness purred contentedly despite her exhaustion, Zina realized some things were simply meant to be.

“Ready?” Xai asked, offering his hand.

She laced her fingers through his, drawing strength from the contact. “As I’ll ever be.”

Together, they left the chamber, heading toward whatever awaited them at the Pyre—and beyond.

The journeyback to Purrfect Oasis Spa took longer than Zina anticipated. Magical backlash had disrupted transportation spells throughout Enchanted Falls, forcing them to travel on foot through forest shortcuts known only to longtime residents.

Dawn painted the eastern sky in pale gold and rose by the time they reached the spa’s back entrance. Xai kept pace beside her, one hand firmly clasped with hers, occasionally pulling her close when fatigue made her steps falter. Bryn and Jamie followed behind with Luciana, who insisted on accompanying them despite her ordeal.

“The balance requires all three bloodlines,” she’d explained when Zina suggested she rest. “My brother’s actions don’t erase my responsibility to our heritage.”

The spa building stood intact, though evidence of conflict marked the perimeter—scorch marks on the wisteria-covered walls, deep claw gouges in the garden soil, shattered crystals that had once lined the meditation path.

“Looks like your staff handled Severin’s enforcers,” Xai observed, scanning the area with sharp dragon eyes.

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