Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise
Kaelen snarled at the sound of his brother’s name, Mirielle staggered as her dead master’s voice hissed blame into her ear.
But none were pressed harder than Saraphina. The shades clung to her like moths to flame, whispering of fire she could not control, of blood she had spilled.
Lucian never left her side. “Your fire is yours,” he said, steady as stone. “Not theirs. Not his. Hold it. Hold me.”
Her fingers found his, grounding herself in his grip. The shades recoiled at the contact, their whispers fraying into static.
The hum eased as they stumbled into a wider chamber. The torchlight stretched, revealing a vaulted ceiling and walls carved with spirals of runes. In the center lay a circle o