Chapter 46Aurora floated at the center of the storm, her arms wrapped around a form that constantly shifted, sometimes the beautiful Anael, sometimes the monstrous Weaver, sometimes something entirely different. Her own form was unraveling at the edges, becoming light, becoming music, becoming concept."Aurora," he tried again, and this time she heard.Her eyes, or the idea of her eyes, found his. The pain he saw in them almost split him in half."You shouldn't have come," her voice was like the chiming of crystal bells. "This place... it undoes you.""I'm not leaving without you," he insisted, struggling to reach her.The Weaver—Anael—lifted his head. His form was more stable now, less monstrous, more... human."She is almost ready," his voice was soft, lacking the previous hunger. "Almost healed.""What have you done to her?" Cael demanded, positioning himself between Aurora and the Weaver."He has done nothing," Aurora answered. "I am doing this by my own choice, Cael. I am sharin
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