Lia

The air in Ashroot didn’t feel like air. It felt like breathing in the hum of electricity and ancient whispers at the same time. Not a fan.

Everything here felt wrong, like the world had been painted and we just stepped into some kind of strange painting. I wasn’t sure how to wrap my mind around that one but this was how it felt.

The guys were walking, following the twins. I had Gemma’s tiny hand clenched in my mind, trying not to act as if my daughter was leading me forward.

“Come on, Mama. You need to meet the Spiritborn.”

This Spiritborn again, being of balance. I still...