Page 117 of Alchemised
Lila, with her hair cropped short, curled up against the wall, crying. “I made a mistake.”
“Surely I deserve something in return, to warm my cold heart.”
A hard kiss where she was pinned against a wall.
“You seem pleased, to have successfully whored yourself.”
Matron Pace standing, looking over her shoulder. “Lila Bayard is not the only person that the Eternal Flame would suffer greatly for losing.”
“You’re mine. You swore yourself to me.” The words were growled in her ear.
Jan Crowther, alive, his eyes narrowed and furious. “You’re more likely to destroy the Eternal Flame than save it.”
Helena herself crying. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I did this to you.”
Everything was falling in fragments around her as Ferron reappeared, his face white with rage, his eyes glowing that bright unearthly silver.
“I have warned you, if something happens to you, I will personally raze the Eternal Flame. That isn’t a threat. It is a promise. Consider your survival as much a necessity to the Resistance as Holdfast’s. If you die, I will kill every single one of them.”
It was like falling. The past broke free, surging through her mind and swallowing her.
