"Okay then, I should help you take the flame into your body," Anastasia said, the Iron Flame flickering gently above her small palm, casting a soft, warm light between them.
Now that Christian had agreed, she was ready to fulfill her part of the deal without delay.
But Christian, instead of stepping forward, gave a small, tired smile and asked, "I want to tame it myself… so, can you just store it in something that can withstand its power, and give it to me like that?"
It was a simple request, but the air subtly shifted.
Anastasia's smile remained unchanged, still charming and sweet, yet her violet eye narrowed sharply, almost in warning. For a moment, she said nothing — the room quiet, heavy with a silent pressure.
