The silence was deafening.
Concepcion reached out to grab Arwen’s hand as his niece lifted the body of her fallen sister and then slapped her palm down onto the stone; a crackle of stone splitting cracked through the ancient altar, lightning slicing through the sky above like a gesture from God Himself. It rocked, and her eyes went wide as the ground shook beneath her. She staggered back, heart pounding in her chest, but Killian was there, capturing her before she hit the ground.
“Arwen!” he growled, holding her tight. “What the hell did you do?”
“I… I… It was a mistake,” she whispered, her voice disappearing into the dancing, fractured line of stone fingers that extended upwards like a scar.
But underneath it all, she knew it was not the case. Something within her had drawn her to tha
