Zylia’s POV
I could’ve sworn none of them blinked throughout.
The Hollow had changed something in the air, also in me.
The whisper that had called my name still clung to my thoughts, threading through every heartbeat like a warning I couldn’t shake.
Night came without stars.
The ruins looked different in the dark , alive in a way that made my skin crawl.
Every stone seemed to hum beneath the moonlight, as if the carvings themselves breathed.
The air was thick, electric, waiting.
Raven sat by a low fire, cleaning her blades in silence.
Mason sharpened his knife beside her, his jaw tight.
Sparks flickered between them, small and mean.
I sat a few steps away, watching the faint shimmer still glowing on my palm. It hadn’t faded, not completely. My skin still remembered what it had d
