Zara Fen POV
The heavy gold elevator panels slide shut with a soft hiss, sealing us inside the mirrored box. The hum of the engine kicks in, pulling us upward, but my lungs refuse to work. My heart is a frantic hammer knocking against my ribs.
He knows. He knows. He knows.
The words repeat in my head like a death sentence.
"Zara." Silas’s voice breaks through the roaring in my ears. He drops the heavy mahogany trunk to the carpeted floor with a dull thud and grabs both of my shoulders. His gold eyes are wide, searching my face. "You went completely white. What did you see?"
I can barely find my voice. I reach down, pulling back my jacket cuff to expose the jagged, blood-stained scrap of Emily’s sleeve pressing against my skin. "The weave, Silas. The silver-mist elder grid I wove into
