Holding him was the first thing she thought to do. It wasn’t that she was afraid he would see through her, he wasn’t the perceptive type. She needed to hide her feelings from herself, to crush them out, so she wrapped her arms around him and held on. The world was crashing in around her.

“How did you find me?” She asked, pulling away from the sickening embrace.

It had taken her months to get away from him. She couldn’t play his fool, couldn’t deal with his heat, so she ran.

“I found Lucinda’s address on a letter. It was inside one of your books. It’s amazing it didn’t burn. The rest of it did.”

She took two steps back, the glare of the sun in her eyes behind him, became the glare of the flames and she was in it again. Inside the fire.