He reminds her of everything she hates about herself, everything she tries to hide--but the deadly mercenary pulls Jane in, no matter how much she fights her past that is about to haunt them all.
**Crude language and full of improper bastards** 💀
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The whole damn place is on fire, thick black smoke engulfing clean air. People run, scream, and many have flames burning on their clothes. It's also hot, and from what I can gather, it's not a fire caused by a knocked over candle.
It's just a rumbling inferno, as if the homes were deliberately set ablaze.
I've lost Kathleen, too. I had been hot on her heels, but as soon as someone spotted me, they begged me to heal their wounds. Of course, I aided the first person, vigilant about any dangers that could appear while doing so.
"What happened?" I ask to a middle-aged woman named Millie. My heart pounds so hard, I wonder if it can fracture my rib cage.
"Ransacked!" the woman cries, wincing when I clasp her severely burned arm. "We need to get everyone out! Oh Jane, what if it's mercenaries?"
"Let's not stick around to find out."
Sending Millie on her way, I wipe my sweaty palms on my leather pants, raggedly breathing in the smoke. I even have to squint with how bright the fire is. Sometimes I check my skin, to make sure it isn't bubbling.
But I'm good. For now.
All the while, the fires just rumble.
Every time I try to peel away and seek out Kathleen, someone else needs me. I can't say no, either, no matter how my gut screams to take care of myself. Especially when I see unconscious children.
