Avyaane’s pov

The firelight hadn’t dimmed yet, but the words across the wall still seemed to pulse with their own terrible glow.

ALLISON.

The name stared back at me like it had been carved into my bones instead of the stone. My throat tightened, a lump wedged there so stubbornly I thought I might choke on it. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

Killian moved first.

His hand shot out, slamming against the wall so hard the lantern above rattled in its sconce. “She was here,” he ...