Bab 92: Tango

"Maisie!" Daphne yelled in horror as she watched Maisie collapse to her side. Blood began to pool through her clothes, mixing in with the wine that was already on the floor.

Bram laughed, a wild, crazed look in his eyes as he watched the flames dance across the room. Every second that passed was another second in which the fire grew in intensity. It seemed correlated to Daphne's emotions and seeing Maisie injured ― and possibly dead ― had allowed her flames to grow as if a doorway to hell had been split right open in this very basement.

Yet, this wasn't even nearly as extreme as what he had witnessed that night.

That fire had been so vivid and powerful that it was a terror of the night. Even now, Bram could imagine the heat that it had caused― a flame that could burn down winter and bring summer to Vramid early.