Kalev’s POV

I grabbed Senna’s wrist just in time. My voice had stopped everyone else mid-reach. Holding onto to Senna’ wrist, everyone whipped their heads at me.

I had no idea what would happen if Senna touched that Spire. But my instincts told me it wouldn’t be good. Orrin agreed. Now that I knew it was some sort of siphon, the spire seemed even more dangerous than before.

“What are you doing?” Senna hissed at me.

“There’s another way,” I said.

The thought had hit me like a bolt of lightning, right before I called out for Senna to stop. It was unorthodox. And there would be a shit storm....