Chapter 43 The Fire Between Us

• The wind carried the scent of coming rain, but the sky above the mountains remained dry. Storms hovered at the edges of the realm—just as truths now hovered at the edges of their silence.
• Elira stood near the edge of the cliff, her fingers curled tight around the old leather strap of her satchel. The ancient ruins behind her still whispered of secrets they had unearthed just days before. But her thoughts were not on magic or prophecy.
• They were on Kael.