The ground didn’t just shake it rippled. Frost-crusted earth buckled in slow, sickening waves, all of it radiating out from the spot where Wren’s hand clung to mine.
"Let go!" Corvin shouted, half-dragging Wren backwards. "Now, both of you, let go"
I couldn’t. The second our threads touched, something ignited a pull that wasn’t letting go. Violet and gold light crawled up our arms, and every instinct screamed that letting go now would be worse than whatever was coming.
Serrin stumbled away from Kaelan, her black eyes wide. I hadn’t seen that look on her since before the ritual real, raw terror.
"You don't understand what you're doing," she snarled, voice fracturing further with every word. "Two threads reaching for each other without the third isn't reunion. It's rupture. The gift was
