Not My Enemy

PRIMUS VALERIUS'S POV

Her words still echoed in my skull, loud enough to drown the pounding in my chest.

“Just now,” she stammered. “But it caught fire and then…” she trailed off.

“Then what!”

She flinched and stepped back. Her white eyes were wide in fear. “Nothing. It just caught fire.”

A part of me hated myself for it, but the rest of me… the rest of me knew softness would only damn us both.