Ashbound Moon
He grunted, coal eyes flashing with irritation.
Then his blue eye flickered—just a blink—real Kieran surfacing like a drowning man.
“Aria,” he rasped, desperate. “Don’t sit—don’t—”
Coal flooded back, and the thing smiled.
“I’ll make her,” it purred.
A bowl on the far side cracked.
Then another.
The chamber’s whispers turned into screams—dozens of voices, layered, furious, begging, laughing.
The seam’s voice roared:
“BREACH. BREACH. BREACH.”
Hot Chapters