Ronan's POV
The memories had been coming back in pieces since watching Sienna and Zeke do their twin-fire thing yesterday. Each new piece felt like a knife slicing through the fog in my mind.
I put the locket on the table beside two other objects: a small dagger with our initials intertwined on the handle, and a charred piece of paper with half a protection spell written in my handwriting.
Touching each object sparked flashes of memory...
Sienna laughing as I tucked the red curl into the locket. "So you'll always have a piece of my fire with you."
Teaching her to throw the knife at midnight under a half-moon. "Balance it like this, Red. Feel its weight become part of your arm."
Working together on the protection spell, her ruby marks glowing as she added power to my words.
These weren't just random moments. They formed a pattern—a bond. One the Syndicate had erased and replaced with a mission to kill her.
