The sound of iron boots grew louder, echoing off the ancient stone walls. Shouts in the sharp dialect of the Solar Enclave clashed with the heavy commands of the Shadow Guard. The search parties were seconds away from entering the chamber.

Sylvia tightened her grip on Kaelen’s hand, her palm warm against his.

“If we break the tether or lose our magic, they will tear us apart,” Sylvia said, her voice resonant in the vaulted chamber. “And if we let them take us, they will use us against each other.”

“Tell me what to do,” Kaelen replied without hesitation, his silver eyes fixed entirely on her.

“Place your palm over...