The void was not empty.

It was full of every moment Zelda had ever refused to let go.

They fell through a sky that had no stars, only the afterimages of choices. Every time she had chosen vengeance over rest, every time she had opened another door instead of walking away, the void remembered. Kael’s hand stayed locked around her free wrist. Thorne’s remaining strength anchored the other side. The pup clung to her neck, small face buried against the cold light of her Wraith-skin, and the inverted tether between them pulsed like a second heart that belonged to neither of them alone.

The darkness waited at the bottom of...