Lyra
Killian sat rigid on the rock, his broad shoulders squared as though he were preparing for a battle instead of a truth. His eyes never left me, sharp and watchful, as though trying to pierce through me to see if I was lying.
Fine. If he wanted proof, I would give him more than proof.
I inhaled deeply and let Moonveil rise within me. Her silver presence surged through my veins, not burning like fire but humming like starlight, steady, endless, sure. My skin prickled as though every pore remembered something ancient. The night air shifted, cool wind brushing against me as though the forest itself waited with bated breath.
“Don’t look away,” I murmured. My voice sounded steadier than I felt.
I lifted both hands. At once, the earth beneath us trembled faintly, loose stones rattling l
