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I ripped my gaze away from him, swallowing the emotion that threatened to break me, that threatened to ruin everything so that I would never have to see that look on Alek’s face again.
I couldn’t look back at him. One more word, one more breath would have stopped me from entering into that veil.
“We’ll be here when you return,” Narcissa promised me. “Step through the veil, and when you return, you’ll seal it behind you.”
I didn’t have to ask how that would possibly work, why she couldn’t have warned me of this before, why my presence alone would be enough to seal the veil behind me.
I took another step.
Lifted my hand, let my fingers reach out to that shimmering light, the same light that pulled me like a magnet, closer and closer, like everything I had ever wanted would be waiting on the other side.
And then—without looking, without thinking, without breathing—I stepped through.
Home.
That was the first thing I thought when my body catapulted through the warm darkness, showering in the raining power of the veil, tumbling and falling into nothing.
I did not feel fear anymore. I did not feel horror of what was about to happen, of the death that surely awaited me on the other side of this magic wall.
No, I felt at home.
The power of the veil caressed me in warm light, fueled my tired limbs, seeped through my skin, through my clothes, through any thought of doubt that still lingered in my mind.
This warmth, this comfort? They called me home.
I blinked my eyes shut, opening them again to find myself laying on my back in the forest, the same forest I had just been standing in with Narcissa, Alek, and Wrath.
Only, they weren’t here. It was just me and the darkness, just me and the countless trees, the deep, never-ending silence that engulfed the area.
Still, I was not afraid.
I stood up, taking in my surroundings. It was not just that I stood in the same forest, but I was in the exact same spot where Narcissa had just summoned the veil.
I waved my hand around, looking for any signs of them.
I saw nothing. Felt nothing.
“Alek?” I called out. “Wrath?”
They wouldn’t be able to hear me. Deep down, I knew that. Still, I glanced over my shoulder, spinning around, listening for any sign of them.
Okay. I had crossed the veil.
What was I supposed to do now?
I took a few steps, astonished at how new I felt. Every sore part of my body from before pulsed with a brand-new energy, one of life.
There was no death here. I was not fumbling under the weight of darkness, was not drowning in a sea of my own chaos.
No, there was just… this.
Just peace.
I pulled my hand up to my face, looking at my sliced palm.
But it wasn’t sliced at all. Not anymore. There was no blood smearing my skin, no pain lacing my arm. I flipped my palm over, surveying it like it would begin dripping in the red substance any second now.
“Lyra Sol.” A sultry voice slid through the forest, enough to make me jump, enough to make my heart leap from my chest.
