The spark inside my chest did not fade.
It grew.
Slowly at first, then with a steady certainty that made my breath catch. The faint whisper I had heard beneath the veil of darkness became clearer. Not loud. Not strong. But present. A distant heartbeat in the blackened sky above us.
Something the drain could not touch.
Something older than the moon’s light.
Something the Mirror recognized.
My fingers trembled as silver light threaded up my palms, curling through the faint cracks of my pulse like veins filling with starlight. I lifted my eyes toward the empty patch of sky where the moon should have shone and felt the pull again.
Soft.
Steady.
Calling.
Hazel stared at me as if she had forgotten how to blink. “Sage. What do you feel.”
I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling the glow
