It began as sound.
Not external — internal. A frequency she felt in her teeth and her sternum and the marrow of her, vibrating at a pitch that had no equivalent in anything she’d experienced in the handful of days she’d been alive and conscious and collecting herself.
Then the sound became light. Not visible light — something behind the eyes, filling the dark behind her vision with a gold so deep it was almost amber, and within it, not images but knowledge, arriving the way dawn arrives — not in a moment but building, building, until there was simply no more dark left to hold it back.
She grabbed Kael’s arm.
Not from fear. From the practical need to maintain contact with something real while everything she was expanded beyond the boundaries of what she’d been in this room.
He caught h
