Moira's POV

The helicopter's rotors slice through crisp morning air as we leave Hallowspire territory behind. I press my hand against the window, watching the magical sanctuary disappear into mountain mist, Maya's figure growing smaller until she's just a memory.

The ancient walls fade until they're nothing but shadows against the mountainside, but the ache in my chest only grows stronger. 'I'm really leaving her behind.' The thought hits harder than ...