Daria’s POV

I discovered that silence was not empty all the time. It was a disguised warning always. The woods that surrounded our hideout were such that, like, they were as still as the entire world. I put my palm to the stone wall of the ruined temple and mumbled the last words of the ward. The symbols faded away and went into the rock, as they always belonged there.

"That's the last one," I said.

Harriet came a few steps behind me, and her little hands were up, and her face was fierce with concentration. She saw a glow of light before her as transparent as glass. Her teeth...