Chapter 12 A Flame Named Luxia
- She stood at the very edge of what could only be described as hell.
- Her feet hadn’t even moved yet, but the air around her was so hot, so heavy, that it felt like flames were licking at her olive-beige skin, not real ones, but something worse… the invisible kind that burned from within. And still, she didn’t move. Not one inch.
- Because she wasn’t going to run.