“You really want to do this?” the healer-seer asked, fingers hovering over silver glyphs carved into the chamber floor. “The Moonbond ritual is unstable in fractured pairs.”
“I’m not fractured,” Katherine said firmly. “I’m incomplete. There’s a difference.”
The healer turned to Damian. “If she panics in the spirit realm, you both could seize. You could die.”
“I’ll hold her,” he said.
Katherine raised a brow. “So confident.”
“I remember the first time we did this. You dragged me through half the spirit plain by my collar.”
“I don’t remember it.”
“Then let’s change that.”
They sat across from each other, knees nearly touching, the crystal chamber dimly lit by bio-luminescent moss. The sigils began to glow faintly.
“Breathe together,” the healer murmured. “Anchor to the bond.”
Their fingers touched.
Then—silver light swallowed them whole.
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The Spirit Plain
Snow fell sideways in a moonlit world. Endless, vast, cold—but humming with unseen power.