The silence that followed the binding of the Unmaker wasn’t the empty, terrifying silence of a void. It was the rich, heavy silence of a library after closing time, or a forest settling in for the night. It was a silence that breathed.
Adrien walked me out of the cathedral, his arm wrapped securely around my waist, taking enough of my weight that I felt like I was floating. The massive oak doors, which we had battered open only an hour ago, were already mending themselves. The wood knit together with a soft groan, the splinters retreating, the varnish smoothing over.
"The city is healing," Adrien murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "Look."
We stood on the cobblestones of the square. The fog that had threatened to erase existence had rolled back to the river, looking now lik
