#Chapter 188: On Fire

Agnes I woke up feeling like I was burning from the inside out. Heat coursed through my veins. My sheets were so damp with sweat that they were clinging to my body. The sensation wasn’t painful, exactly, but it was intense—like a fever, but concentrated in my hands and chest. For a moment, I just lay there, trying to steady my breathing as I recalled the events of the previous night. The funeral. The tiny casket. Isabella’s grave. And then… fire. Fire that I had somehow created without matches or a lighter, just by sitting there in my grief. I hadn’t even been aware of it until Elijah pointed it out, stomping on the small flame before it could spread. Had I done that? Created fire from nothing? The heat inside me surged again, as if in answer to my thoughts. My fingertips tingled, and I quickly scrambled out of bed. I couldn’t risk setting the bedroom on fire this time. I hurried to the bathroom, stripping off my sweat-soaked nightgown as I went. Wit