Nyx's Pov

The moment I closed the book, my fingers felt restless. My mind was louder than the voices around me.

Lily’s Bloom.

Silver Hollow.

A flower that could heal not just wounds, but the kind of pain that sat deep in the soul.

It sounded like a fairytale… but Miss Elsie had told the story as if she had lived it herself. The way her voice softened when she spoke of Liora’s grief made me believe every word.

I left the library that day with the image of the ...