The glowing path beat like a pulse across the snow, each flare of light vibrating through the ground in a way that made my teeth ache. I stood at the edge of it, the mark on my palm warming like it was thrilled about this development. Which was rude, because I was very much not thrilled. Not even slightly.
But my feet moved anyway.
Common sense barely whispered a protest before being shoved into a mental closet and told to be quiet. The glowing runes tugged at me, the way a nightmare tugged at your mind the second you woke. Familiar. Wrong. Impossible to ignore. Like something inside me had already walked this path before and my body was just catching up.
I stepped forward.
Nathan followed, but not too close. He stayed behind me at a respectful distance, his footsteps light on the froz
