Ashbound Moon
Kieran lunged again, reaching for me.
I dodged, ash flaring, and the black water drops on my skin suddenly surged toward my wrist mark again—faster now, desperate.
One drop hit the mark directly.
It sank into my skin like ink into paper.
A rune burned itself into me—new, sharp, unfamiliar.
My vision flashed.
A door above.
My mother on her knees, whispering into a bowl.
Vesper holding a blade to Rowan’s throat.
Mara smiling as the world burned.
And Dax—Dax standing in a circle of light, eyes blank, chains around his throat—
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