A Spark of Hope
Heart drumming in her ears, she watched the tormented woman raise her foot to immolate herself. The relieved smile on her face sent a shiver down her spine, and her lips twisted.
She couldn't let her die, not after the miserable life the woman had endured—not when she could make things right.
Her lips quivered, and her hair whipped around her face as she lunged at the woman. With one hand, she gripped her trembling shoulder while the other plunged into the fire.
The heat burned her sleeve, revealing her immaculate left arm. But the flames could not harm her. Instead, they vanished, absorbed into her skin.
She gazed into the aged woman's wide eyes, biting her lip at the rage and thirst for vengeance trying to mask an ocean of grief. She knew those eyes; she had them before meeting Adam.
"Don't give up!" Her hand clenched around the woman's shoulder, her voice cracking.
However, the woman only gritted her teeth and lowered her face.