Lyra ran her finger down the page, reading the words again.
“This is it!” she cried, looking up from her spot on the floor, her back leaning against Megan’s couch.
“What?” Donovan and Megan asked at the same time.
“It says right here.” Lyra tapped the page, then read aloud. “A Veriscent who endured prolonged exposure to pure silver.” She looked up, eyes bright. “Rather than succumbing, her body adapted, becoming a conduit for the metal’s purity and power.”
Megan and Donovan both gave her blank looks. Lyra let out a soft huff and flipped the book around so they could see. “It’s called Vesselis. The sacred embodiment. A Veriscent’s body can take on the very nature of certain forces or elements they’ve been exposed to. It’s rare, but listen to this part.”
She turned back to the book, her
