He took her hand, his fingers tracing soft circles over her skin, grounding her. “Maya,” he began, his voice gentle, “these runes, our bond awakened them. They’re powerful, ancient symbols, ones that my people recognize as signs of… let’s say, unusual power. The kind that could either incite awe or provoke fear.”
As Tay’s words sank in, Maya felt a shiver of anticipation, a strange mixture of awe and trepidation winding through her. “The runes… are signs of unusual power? What do you mean?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tay nodded, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Yes. They’re ancient symbols, the kind that appear only rarely, and never by accident.”
Maya’s fingers brushed absently over her shoulder, as if she could feel the runes tingling under her skin. “But what ex
