FIREBIRD.

Damon Salvatore killed her.

She felt the snap of her own neck, the rush of darkness, the silence that should have lasted forever. But death did not keep her. Instead, fire licked at her skin, reducing her body to nothing but ash-
And then she woke up.

She does not remember her past lives. She does not know why she cannot die. But there are others who do. They whisper of legends, of creatures who burn and rise, of something far older than vampires, far rarer than witches.

June was content to live unnoticed in a town of monsters. But she is not meant for the background-her fire is not meant to be tamed. And Damon? He refuses to look at her, to acknowledge the girl who slipped through his fingers, the girl who came back when she shouldn't have.

But they keep meeting.
They keep burning.

How many times can she rise before she turns to nothing?