Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The voice was velvet and razors, curling into my spine like smoke laced with memory.
Kael stiffened at my side, one arm slipping instinctively in front of me, even though he knew better now than to shield me. I had become the danger. The fire. The restoration. The storm.
Still, I appreciated the gesture more than I could say.
I turned back toward the throne.
It pulsed.
Not with light, not exactly—but with awareness. A presence, watching. Feeling. Breathing. The memory-throne shimmered like glass half-formed, every edge jagged with possibility, reflecting moments that hadn't happened yet.
“Who speaks?” I called out, my voice steady despite the way my stomach twisted.
The air thickened.
Then from the center of the throne, where I had just placed the Las
