Selene’s POV

The crack was small, but the red light spilling from it made my chest tighten.

It stretched across the courtyard stone like an old wound that had refused to heal. I had seen similar openings before, and Dawson had spent ages sealing the fractures between worlds. The bridge was supposed to have finished its work.

Yet the crack remained.

I held the silver baby closer as Dawson approached, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"That shouldn't be here," he said.

Silas joined him, studying the darkening stone. "You told us the worlds were whole."

"They were," Dawson replied. "They still are."

"Then explain this."

Dawson had no answer....