Forged in the Fire (Crimson Crows #1)

Chapter 38

THIRTY-EIGHT

SILAS

Darkness reigned and ghosts crawled the walls. The gloom that had always painted my life rimming the edges of the room, poised and ready to devour.

But a light held it at bay.

Flames around her.

Brinley Webber in my bed with that little boy tucked up against her chest.

Wildfire.

I set my hand on her cheek.

I was scorched.

Charred.

Ash.

Staggering in a direction that would tip me over the edge.

Drawn to a cliff like it exerted five thousand tons of gravity.

A force I wasn’t sure I had the will to fight.

But I had to.

I had to remember who I was.