Chapter 43 The Split
- Like static, the rain hissed against the ruins. A thin glimmer of heat warped the edges of broken stone, and the air still burned faintly from the aftershock of the crown-light.
- Coughing dust from her lungs, Emma stirred among the debris. The world tilted and realigned in flickering fragments as she forced herself upright, her ears ringing with the echo of the collapse.
- "Jared..."