BLOODBOUND - THE VAMPIRE TRIALS
Stitched with rune-inked thread.
“What is that?” Sevrin asked, wary.
“My mother’s,” she said, not looking at him. “Her hidden vault wasn’t just for spellwork. It held records, secrets the Council buried.”
She pulled a thick book free and set it on the floor between us. Its cover was warped with age, the clasp sealed with a rune none of us recognized. She muttered a command in a language older than stone, and the rune dissolved like dust.
Pages fluttered open. A gust of hot wind stirred the room.