C63 THE FIRE THAT WOULD NOT DIE

The storm was still going on when Elara's light vanished.

It just got quieter, the kind of quiet that broke everything inside Damon.

He knelt on the ground that was still hot and brought her into his arms. Her skin was cold. Her flame — the bond that had danced like sunlight through his soul — was gone.

“No,” he muttered, voice trembling against the wind. “No