Zara Fen POV,
By the second week of the new shift, my fingers were a mess of fine red lines, a constant sting reminding me I was forcing metal to do something it was never meant to do.
"Almost there," I whispered, the word hitching in my throat.
I stared at the woven silver. The center panel caught the light too sharply, forcing me to squint.
I leaned closer, my breath fogging the surface. I could see the wooden rafters above me and the empty chair where Emily used to sit.
But where my face should have been, there was only a soft, golden blur.
And my mind dragged me back to the one day that mattered.
The day I stood before Alpha Lir in Silvercrest Great Hall, my heart pounding as the bond snapped into place. I had looked into the mirrors of the hall, expecting to finally see who I w
