“…Is someone there?”
The whisper echoed through Kaelira’s mind.
She jerked backward, her breath catching in her throat.
“What was that?”
Alaric rushed toward her, grabbing her shoulders before she could fall.
“Kaelira!”
She stared at him.
“You heard it, didn’t you?”
“Hear what?”
“The voice.”
His expression turned grave.
“There was no voice.”
Kaelira shook her head frantically.
“No… it spoke to me.”
She pressed both hands against her temples as another whisper drifted through the silence.
Soft.
Barely audible.
Yet clearer than before.
“You’ve grown.”
She spun around.
The Hall of Memories was empty.
No one stood behind her.
The doors were closed.
Only she had heard it.
A chill crawled down her spine.
Alaric guided her to a stone bench.
“Look at me.”
She tried.
But
