Chapter 70

Selene’s POV


The stone cracked like a bone under pressure.

I didn’t drop it.

Couldn’t.

It fused to my palm—cold seeping up my arm, through my veins, into my spine like a second pulse. My body recoiled, but my soul leaned closer.

Because I knew what this was.

Not magic.

Not prophecy.

*Memory....

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