She could barely face herself, let alone others. The image of her fire engulfing Ash was still imprinted on her mind. Anyone else who had caught that fire would have been incinerated. Ash had put up a shield—his black lightning—to diffuse the flame, and she’d sent the water element to aid him just in time. Even with his regenerating ability, he still had light burns over much of his body. Her Forbidden Glory had proved to be too powerful, even for Ashburn. Just then, as if called, he landed Spike on the balcony and entered her room. “Hello,” he said and lounged beside her on a couch. “Hello.” She forced a smile. “Does it still hurt?” she asked, her eyes examining his face. His usual marble-white face was pink, the aftereffect of the burn. “It looks worse than it feels,” he said, touching her face as she suppressed a shiver of pleasure.
