Chapter 64 Of Fire, Flesh, And Fate (Ii)
- But the sound that escapes my lips doesn’t even sound like me. It’s raw. Other. Ancient.
- All eyes snap to me. Horror dawns across their faces as energy ripples outward, distorting the air like heat on glass.
- “Zoey, you have to calm down,” Anders says, his voice sharp now, commanding—but he’s already too far away.