GRACE POV
*someone’s gonna die tonight – Gin Wigmore*
The moment the cuffs had shattered, the professor stopped pretending he was in control.
Silver fragments hit the floor with sharp metallic cracks, skittering across the stone like startled insects, and whatever spell had been counting on my compliance screamed as it collapsed. Not aloud — nothing so simple — but through pressure, through recoil, through the sudden violent lurch of the veil as if it had just realized I wasn’t going to behave the way it had planned.
Good.
I rolled my shoulders once, feeling circulation return to my hands, heat rushing back into my fingers as Hakira surged fully forward, no longer restrained, no longer patient. Moira’s stone pulsed in my chest like a second heart, fast and heavy and demanding, floodi
