Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The wind wouldn’t stop.
It screamed through the cliffs like it carried voices—hers, mine, theirs. All the versions of me I had tried to kill, tried to bury, tried to forget. But now they stood as seeds in the soil, pulsing with a quiet war between what had been and what could be.
I stared at the two blossoms—one ours, fragile and breathing hope; the other hers, blood-red and edged in ash and silver, blooming like it had teeth.
Two paths. Two futures.
I didn’t know which one would survive.
Kael’s hand gripped mine tightly. I felt his heartbeat against my wrist, steady, grounding. And yet, I wasn’t grounded. I felt untethered—like the Hollow’s breath had reached inside me and pulled loose the string of fate, letting it dangle.
“I think she’s trying to spl
