Selina’s POV
The Bridge of Sighs gave a final, melodic shriek - a thousand quartz violins shattering at once - and then the ground beneath my boots simply ceased to exist.
For a heartbeat, I hung in the freezing subterranean air. I saw the Glass-Trackers, their translucent bodies silhouetted against the violet abyss, their jaws snapping at the space where I had been a second before. And then, the weight of the mountain claimed me.
I was falling.
The wind was a jagged blade, tearing the breath from my lungs and whipping my silver hair into a blindfold of magnesium fire. Below me, the sea of crystals was a blur of violet static. Above me, the Northern Anchor was a dying star, encased in Kaelin’s black, obsidian cage.
Finn, I thought, the name a frantic pulse in my mind. Through the gold
