My dark and lusty thoughts turned as black as pitch when I noticed the mark on her cheek. Her flesh was red and inflamed. I was in control of this land on All Hallows’ Eve, so my flames wouldn’t hurt her. But the inflammation wasn’t a burn. It was a handprint. A man’s. Someone had struck her and left her here to die in the fire. Painful memories stirred. I released a roar, and the flames engulfing my head blazed white hot. Ada’s eyes grew wide, my monstrous face grinning back at me through their reflection. “Who did this to you? Who touched what’s mine?”
