POV: Amethyst Walker
The air in the mountain wing had grown dense, not just with the scent of construction and the ozone of the active defense grid, but with the sheer, vibrating power of the twins. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel the mountain pulsing in time with the two heartbeats under my ribs. Yet, amidst the chaos of the three-week deadline and the clanging of hammers above, a strange silence had settled within the most intimate part of my soul.
I realized, with a jolt of guilt, that I hadn't consciously reached inward to Sable in days.
Since the move to the Whispering Pines and the revelation of the accelerated timeline, I had been so consumed by the physical world—the logistics, the doctor's visits, the budding sisterhood with Jenny and Lisa—that I had inadvertently let
