In the castle, Rav and Evenly were informed about the war, and immediately Evenly’s plans to leave, and the hope of going away to protect her heart from falling too deeply into another love with a man, were shattered. Meanwhile, Rav was secretly relieved to know that she would be staying with them.
They began preparing the things that would be taken to the mountains. Since they planned to leave earlier before the war and Rohan wouldn’t be able to carry everyone and regain his strength quickly, they sat that night before the fireplace in the drawing room and made their decision and plan: Rav and Evenly would go ahead by ship, while Rohan would take Belle and Angel when the time came.
The ship would carry Rohan’s most important possessions along with their belongings. Though their departure wasn’t something that would happen tomorrow or the next day, it could take up to a month before they finally set sail. They were making plans early because Rohan would be busy starting next week and might not have the chance to prepare later.
"We’ve run out of supplies in the castle, and we need to buy more to take with us for the journey," Rav remarked from where he sat by the fireplace, cross-legged on the floor beside the two ladies and the little boy. Angel was poking at the fire with a stick, causing the coals to spark and hiss.
Only Rohan chose to sit on the wingback chair by the fire, his wife seated on the floor beside him with her hand casually draped over his lap. His hand rested gently on hers as they talked.
"That’s an easy thing. You can get everything tomorrow and stock the castle with the supplies you’ll need for the journey," Rohan mused. They continued discussing the list of things Rav would have to buy, but all the while, Rohan kept a watchful eye on his son, who was crouched by the fireplace poking at the flames with a stick. He knew how dangerously curious the boy could be, curiosity that could easily get him hurt.
When Rohan saw Angel drop the stick into the fire and lean forward as if to reach for it, he clicked his tongue sharply. "Max, just because you can make fire with your hands doesn’t mean it won’t burn you when you touch it. Don’t put your hand in there." His gaze narrowed as he caught sight of something odd on his son. "What’s that on your hand?" he asked, his voice sharpening with concern.
Everyone’s attention shifted at once to the little boy who had been quietly playing by the hearth the entire time. It was then they all noticed something was wrong with his hand, the very hand he was about to thrust into the flames.
Belle immediately pulled her hand away from Rohan, rushing to snatch their son back. She cradled his small hand in hers, her eyes rounding in alarm as she examined it closely.
She gasped at what she saw, and in no time Rohan was bending down beside them to look at Angel’s hand, which was turning bony and taking the shade of burnt wood, something eerily similar to what Belle had once seen on her hands in her nightmare of standing before Isabelle’s grave. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it began to disappear.
"Was that normal for a demon?" Belle asked as she cradled her son and held out his hand for the rest to see. Angel watched with curious, innocent eyes as his hand returned to normal.
Rohan shook his head. "I have never seen anything like that before. Does it hurt, Max?" he asked his son, who shook his head and began to scratch the hand with his other hand.


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