PENELOPE POV
‘Is she really doing it?’ I asked my wolf, because awe had apparently replaced common sense, oxygen, and every survival instinct I had left.
Itaca’s answer shook through my bones.
‘She is.’
A breath caught in my throat.
‘The cage was built for lightning,’ she said. ‘But Eden is much more.’
Perse raised one hand.
That was all.
One hand.
No scream. No dramatic speech. No thunder cracking from her hands like we’d learned to do years ago.
Just my sister, standing in the middle of her ruined garden with betrayal still fresh on her face and light pouring out of her like her soul had finally remembered it had never been meant to fit inside skin.
Gold radiated from her in every direction, from the floor to the ceiling, spreading over stone and dirt and glass until the whol
