“Welcome home, Moon Weaver.”
The voice rolled out from the dark, and I swear my chest tightened so hard, it hurt. Kael positioned himself right in front of me, blocking the chamber entrance. His hand drifted to his sword.
“Stay behind me.”
I couldn’t move. I just stared into that blackness, glued in place.
“Who said that?” I asked.
Silence answered back.
The hidden door creaked open wider. Cold air washed over us. The torch flickered like it might die any second. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. The whole room felt hostile and strange, but deep down… Something in me was drawn to it, like the darkness was tugging at me. Not to hurt me. To bring me home. And I hated that. I hated how familiar it felt.
“Lyra.” Kael’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Don’t go in.”
I looked
