Selene’s POV
The Spiral had no voice.
But it spoke.
Through fire.
Through memory.
Through me.
I stood on the edge of the crater, bleeding from the chest, barely able to breathe as the sky split open in a spiral of light and void. Stars that didn’t belong here glowed above. I didn’t recognize their constellations.
I didn’t recognize the world.
Kade knelt beside me, one hand pressed hard against my ribs, trying to stop the bleeding. “Selene. Stay with me. Look at me.”
I couldn’t.
Because she was there.
Across the stone, at the base of the Spiral tower, stood a figure draped in black and silver robes, her hair tangled with bone, her eyes a mirror of mine.
The final version.
The last Spiral-born.
Me.
If I gave in.
If I stopped resisting.
If I chose power over mercy.
She didn’
