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When her entire village turned on her, that love turned into a debt of blood. The people she once healed had treated her like a tool, so she gave them exactly what they deserved. An Object capable of manifesting their deepest desires before consuming them with their darkest fears.
Serena planned to watch them burn and then fade away. She didn't plan on becoming a lifelong passenger to the Object's bottomless hunger.
"But it didn't lie," Serena whispered. She moved closer, the light of her essence casting a long, jagged shadow against the blood-stained floor. "The fire in Oakley... it wasn't a cosmic accident. It wasn't a mistake. It was a choice."
Silas finally looked up. His eyes were hard, searching her face for the lie he hoped was there. "A choice? The star fell. Your people were consumed. How is that a choice, Serena?"
"My people were terrified," Serena began, her hands trembling so violently that sparks of green light fell from her fingertips like dying embers. But it wasn't a star, hell it wasn't even a fire. It was an act of revenge.. my revenge."
"They saw what was happening to me. They saw that I was falling in love with Mark, and they were afraid I was going to abandon them. They saw me as their property, Silas. Because of my power, our village stayed healthy. The crops didn't wither, and the sickness stayed in the woods. They didn't want to lose their miracle."