TYR

“How the fuck is that even possible?” The words left me before I could stop them. My pulse was racing too hard to keep my voice steady.

Aadan. Eigil. Alive. Together?!

I couldn’t even process it. The air inside the witches’ quarters felt thick, as if the energy from Zuri’s projection still lingered in the air. The circle she’d lain in was scorched faintly with light marks, and she sat there, pale, trembling, her hair clinging to her damp temples.

Denny hovered near her, ...