Selene’s POV
I couldn’t feel my hands when I left the west tower.
The corridors stretched endlessly, all echo and frost. My footsteps sounded foreign to me, as though they belonged to someone else — someone heavier with truth.
You were not supposed to come back together.
Eryndor’s words beat against my skull with each step I took. They made the air feel thinner, the walls closer. The fortress had always been old, but tonight it felt ancient — as if it had remembered something it didn’t want to.
Outside, the wind pressed hard against the shutters, rattling them like the bones of a restless thing. The moon hung high and fractured, her light spilling through the cracks in the stone and pooling at my feet like cold water.
For the first time since I’d returned to life, I wished I hadn’t.
