C29 THE COST OF THE VEIL

The world felt wrong.

The air itself shook, bending between life and shadow as the veil began to split.

Elara could feel it in her bones—like a thousand invisible threads tugging at her heart, ripping her between two worlds.

Her flame pulsed beneath her flesh, hotter and wilder than ever. She grasped her chest, her voice shaking.

“Damon…”

The wind howled her name in reply