bound for flames
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     He kept looking at her through that one eye. The snow fell around them, spiraling away from the flames and the twisting metal, down to cold concrete and asphalt. Ahren supposed that she could be right; perhaps he did have a plan, and he had always had a plan. Perhaps he operated on a separate level, on a different playing field.

     Then again, perhaps he was simply mad.

     “I was doing this long before any of you were here,” he confessed. Another pop and whine of metal made his ears turn wildly, searching for the source, but his gaze never left her face. “The fire is a disease in our blood.” Your brother has it, he nearly said, but held his tongue. That much he owed Gabriel. For several long moments he was completely silent. Another sharp burst of sparks erupted from the car, and this time, he did turn his head. “I don’t want you to worry about me,” he added, voice low.





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