The fire inside the stone heart cracked loudly, but Aria couldn’t hear it. The flickering lights cast similar shadows around the cottage.
Aria sat still, her legs curled beneath her as she mused about Rose’s words. The silence of the cottage pressed down on her shoulders like the crushing weight of the moon.
The quiet night was usually the most peaceful time for her, but not today. Not when her head was pounding hard like some creature was trying to claw its way out from outside.
Aria had since realized that viewing the weave and even controlling inanimate objects didn’t cause her any ache or pain. But anytime she did the same with living people, she usually got a splitting headache.
She didn’t know why, though she suspected that it had something to do with the fact that living cre
