Chapter 37 Thirty Seven- Fire And Death
- ANNATORIA
- “I find fire fascinating,” I said to Darius, whose fingers were laced with mine, my head on his shoulder while we watched the fireplace burn after our nice dinner at another fine restaurant, which he also bought out for the evening. “It’s beautiful and dangerous.”
- “Is that how you view yourself?” his voice boomed, and I nearly cracked a smile.