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Smoke hung thick and bitter in the air, a greasy veil that smothered everything but the stench of gasoline. Elara Vance stood in the heart of the chaos she had made, her fingers unsteady around a matchbox and the weighty, engraved lighter that had been her father’s. The ancient rivalry between the Vances and the Mercers had finally erupted into this. She had meant to scorch her enemies’ standing from the earth, never knowing that Kaelen Mercer was still inside. The wick caught with a soft *hiss*. A scream cut through the noise—a ragged, strangled sound that turned Elara’s blood to ice. There was no excuse left, no lie clever enough to weave. On a surge of pure animal panic, she turned and fled, vanishing into the cold, consuming shadows before the flames could find her or the trut…