Elora’s POVThe runes lit up beneath Lloyd’s palm, lines of pale silver crawling outward across the surface like veins under skin. For a moment, I thought they might burn through his hand. But he didn’t flinch.The vault door rumbled in response, groaning like stone waking from centuries of sleep. A crack split down the middle, a jagged seam of light slicing into the dark.Then it came—the blast of air, cold and sharp. It rushed over my skin and forced my breath from my chest.I squinted, lifting my arm to shield my eyes as the light seeped in. The vault had been dark so long that my eyes stung against the sudden change.“Is it… opening?” I whispered, my eyes slightly open, but not enough to see everything that was going on.Lloyd didn’t answer immediately. I watched his hand press firmer to the stone, shoulders taut beneath his coat. Only when the split widened into a narrow passage of pale moonlight did he step back, his breath steady but tight.“Yes,” he said at last. “It’s letti
Lloyd’s POVElora was still shaking.The vault felt colder than before—like the memory itself had drained the warmth from the air. The glow of the orb had dimmed to a steady flicker, casting long shadows along the walls that made the relics and carved stone seem almost alive.She sat on the floor, one hand clutched to her chest, the other braced against the ground. I watched her draw breath after breath like her lungs had forgotten how to function.Mira.She kept whispering it like it was a curse and a question all at once. Like the name itself didn’t make sense in her mouth. But I knew she wasn’t wrong.I had seen Zeke with my own eyes.I had seen the way he stood in that circle—calm, ready, and unflinching. He hadn’t been coerced or tricked. He had known exactly what he was doing.And now we knew who led the rite.Mira.I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the tight pull in my back. There was too much unfinished business in this place. It wasn't just a memory vault—it was a sanctum
Elora’s POVLloyd stepped back from the orb, pulling his arm away like it had drained something vital from him.His face was pale. Not the kind of pale that came from fear—no, this was something deeper. Like something had been scraped raw from inside him, like he had seen too much and couldn’t look away from it no matter how hard he tried. Even now.He didn’t speak at first. He just stood there, one hand still twitching slightly at his side, breath steadying.I waited, not wanting to push him harder than the orb had. But he still didn't say a word. So I ran out of patience.“Lloyd?” I stepped forward, slowly. “What did you see?”He glanced up at me. Eyes darker than usual. And distant too.“I saw a room with stone walls. It was cold. Freaking cold. There were candles in a circle, and you were in the center. Lying still. You were pale... and unconscious.”My breath hitched, but I didn’t interrupt. I let him continue.“There was ash—drawn in patterns, same as what’s etched here on the p
Elora’s POV Lloyd stepped back from the orb, pulling his arm away like it had drained something vital from him. His face was pale. Not the kind of pale that came from fear—no, this was something deeper. Like something had been scraped raw from inside him, like he had seen too much and couldn’t look away from it no matter how hard he tried. Even now. He didn’t speak at first. He just stood there, one hand still twitching slightly at his side, breath steadying. I waited, not wanting to push him harder than the orb had. But he still didn't say a word. So I ran out of patience. “Lloyd?” I stepped forward, slowly. “What did you see?” He glanced up at me. Eyes darker than usual. And distant too. “I saw a room with stone walls. It was cold. Freaking cold. There were candles in a circle, and you were in the center. Lying still. You were pale... and unconscious.” My breath hitched, but I didn’t interrupt. I let him continue. “There was ash—drawn in patterns, same as what’s etched here
Elora’s POVThe vault felt different now.It wasn’t just the silence. It was the weight of it.Every step I took seemed to press me deeper into something ancient, something that didn’t want to be disturbed. My boots scuffed against the dust-covered floor, and even that faint sound felt like an intrusion.The orb’s dim light pulsed behind me, each glow fading slower than the last, as though it, too, was watching. Lloyd was still near it, one hand resting against the pedestal, his shoulders drawn tight beneath his coat. He hadn’t said a word since he tried to open the doors again.Something was bothering him, but he wasn't ready to say anything.Neither had I.Because I didn’t trust my voice not to betray the jumble of feelings clawing at my chest—shock, confusion, the burn of betrayal that was still too fresh to put into words.First, I found out Zeke had found his fated mate, second, he had cheated on me but used the Ashen Pendant to hide it, and now I found out that he and a group o
Lloyd’s POVThe pedestal looked like nothing more than old stone at first—carved, worn, and dulled by time—but now that I was close, I saw it differently.This wasn't a decorative work.It was a warning and a cage.I knelt beside the orb, my body stiff from the hours we had spent in the vault. The cold had settled in my spine, the kind of chill that didn't belong to temperature instead it reminded you of a past.The orb’s faint pulsing gave off a rhythm I could almost hear in the back of my mind. Like a heartbeat, a whisper, or even a... call.Elora was still pacing behind me, running her hands over old shelves and scrolls, but I could feel her eyes flick toward me every so often.I wasn't sure if coming here was a good or bad idea.A lot had happened since we found ourselves here. And Elora, though she was trying to pretend, wasn't taking it very well.My fingers brushed over the carved edge of the pedestal again, clearing away dust with the edge of my palm. The symbols came clearer