Chapter 8

My heart leaped into my throat as the acrid scent of smoke reached my nostrils, my instincts urging me into immediate action. Without a second thought, I sprinted down the hallway towards Serena's room, fear and worry propelling me forward. The door swung open with a sense of urgency, revealing a scene that sent shockwaves through me – flames danced across Serena's belongings, a destructive force consuming her cherished paintings.

Panic surged within me, but as I took in the sight, another thought tugged at my conscience – Serena was on a date. My maternal instincts warred with the desire to not interrupt her evening, to shield her from this distressing sight. I stood at the doorway, my mind racing as I contemplated my next move.

Serena's happiness was paramount, and I didn't want to cast a shadow over her time with Damian. With a determined breath, I pushed aside my own concerns and focused on containing the situation. The flames were small but fierce, and I needed to act swiftly.

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