Friends to Enemies to Lovers to Enemies - Origins of Adaira

This isn't your typical fairytale. Sure, there's a hero, a villain, and a world-altering prophecy-but what if the villain falls for the hero? When love crosses enemy lines, betrayal becomes inevitable. Will the hero rise above the heartache, or will love prove more dangerous than any prophecy?
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I grab her arm and pull her up to look me right in the eyes. I scan them, the dark orbs, I scan her.

I think I've lost my mind because of the blood, the blood. There is so much blood but she's not dying.

"What did you do? What the fuck did you do."

She pulls away laughing again. It's eerily. It's a sound I crave to hear, it's a sound I've heard so many times but this, this. It's like grinding nails.

I feel a heat surround me. Hot and suffocating. And then I see it, I feel it, the red-orange flames licking at my skin. I hear their sound, the crackling. The light of those flames reflects in her irises and I know she's not dying. Thank the stars she's not dying because nineteen is too young to leave this earth. Twenty is too young for me to have killed her.

Everything is red. Either the blood or the flames around me. It's all red. Her skin is flushed red and I'm grateful because it means it means she's alive. That her heart still pumps blood. I see her shrouded in a warm red glow, the way she looks huddling close to a fire when it's cold and then she is fire. Fire incarnate. Flames dance on her skin like cloth and I think I'm dreaming but no because this is so unfathomable it wouldn't even appear in my dreams. It's as if the sun herself came down to play with us mortals. It's beautiful and it's blinding.