Where Shadows Meet Starlight

Previously

…“You cannot seal what is already inside.” The voice was ancient, layered, echoing from everywhere at once. Elara’s blood turned cold. Kael surged to his feet, grabbing her wrist. “We have to move. Now.” A tendril of shadow lashed out, snatching the chair where he’d been sitting and splintering it into dust. Another wrapped around the table leg. The library—her sanctuary—was being dissolved around them. Elara made a choice. She grabbed the silver book, shoved it into her satchel, and let Kael pull her toward the door. They ran, the shadows hissing at their heels, as the Eastern Wing crumbled into twilight.