Mia’s POV
The promise had barely left my lips when the world changed.
The silver light surrounding me spread across the broken bridge in rippling waves.
Where it touched, the ancient runes blazed to life.
Cracks in the stone sealed themselves.
Collapsed sections slowly rose from the abyss, drawn together by an unseen force.
The bridge…
It was repairing itself.
No.
It was responding to me.
“The bridge recognizes her,” Iris whispered in disbelief.
Commander Ronan didn’t take his eyes off me.
“It always belonged to the blood of House Argent.”
The masked figure’s uncertainty lasted only a heartbeat before it laughed again.
“So this is your answer?”
It tilted its head.
“A frightened girl with inherited power?”
Its crimson eyes narrowed.
“She is centuries too late.”
Darkness e
