Soulbound
The reflection rippled like liquid, and for an instant she felt warmth — the living kind, sun-on-skin warmth.
Then the image shattered.
A piece of glass sliced her palm.
The wound glowed faintly instead of bleeding.
Behind her, a whisper stirred. “Curious little ghost.”
Avery turned sharply. Another reaper stood at the edge of the grove, taller than the others she’d seen, his presence heavier, his armor black as the void between stars. His eyes burned silver — not unlike Kael’s, but colder.
“Who are you?” Avery demanded.
He smiled thinly. “Once, they called me Oren. Now, I am what remains when the Council forgets its own dead.”
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