Tyla’s POV
The Rewritten Bond
Darkness wasn’t empty.
That was the first thing I realized.
It wasn’t quiet or still or numb.
It pulsed.
Like a heartbeat.
Like three heartbeats.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
One heavy and fierce, shaking the dark like a war drum.
One sharp but faltering, flickering in and out like a cracked star.
And one—mine—glowing from the center, expanding outward like fire learning how to breathe.
The white Mark inside me spun faster, threads of gold and silver tangling around it, weaving into something new.
Something alive.
I reached upward—or maybe inward—my fingers brushing the light curling around me.
It wasn’t warm.
It wasn’t cold.
It was… truth.
A truth I wasn’t ready to touch.
But it touched me anyway.
A voice whispered through the dark:
THREE PATHS C
