Ryan lunged for the crib, but Mira's tiny fingers touched the wall before he could reach her.
The handprint blazed silver.
Mira didn't scream. She didn't cry. Her eyes glowed brighter than ever, and a soft hum filled the room—not music, not speech. Something older. Something that had been waiting.
Ryan grabbed her hand. Silver light exploded between them, throwing him against the far wall. He hit the floor hard, his vision swimming.
Elena screamed. "Mira!"
The baby hovered in the air—not floating, but suspended. Silver light enveloped her tiny body, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't looking at anything. She was looking through.
Thorne wheeled into the room. "The anchor is bonding with her!"
"Stop it!" Ryan shouted, scrambling to his feet.
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