Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The world did not rush to meet her.
It waited.
As if the very fabric of time itself paused to catch its breath—watching Liora as she stood there, heart still echoing with starlight, the newly woven Thread around her wrist pulsing like a heartbeat outside her skin. It shimmered in the hues of the stairway she’d ascended—red, gold, grey—but now threaded with something more: iridescence. The sheen of possibility. The color of unspoken futures.
Kael still held her as if she might vanish again.
His breath was warm at her temple, arms banded tight around her, his body trembling with the aftermath of terror. “Don’t ever do that again,” he muttered hoarsely.
“I can’t promise that,” she whispered.
He pulled back, cupping her face, eyes searching hers like he did
