Chapter 49 Moments After The Flare
- The trees around the ridge still crackled with aftershocks of magic, the air sharp with ozone and tension. But Jenna didn’t hesitate.
- She stepped forward—toward the veil that shimmered faintly at the edge of the woods—and placed both hands against it.
- The moment her palms touched, the veil sparked, light coiling like smoke around her fingertips.