#Chapter 74: The Silver Light

Elara The silver light filled every corner of the cavern, lighting it up as bright as day. But it wasn’t the sunlight, or the light of the lanterns swinging overhead. It was me. I could feel the light in my veins burning like a thousand suns, and yet all I could think about was Alaric—Alaric slumped against the stone floor, his body going still, his breathing going shallow. Paralyzed from a tiny cut between his ribs. Something snapped in me then. I tore at the chains, not with my hands but with something deeper inside of me, something primal that hummed just beneath my skin. Maybe it had always been there, dormant, waiting. But it didn’t matter. The chains snapped apart like nothing more than twigs, clattering to the ground at my feet. I didn’t hesitate. “Alaric—” I stumbled forward, almost falling to my knees beside him. His skin was clammy beneath my hands, his eyes half-lidded as he tried to lift his head. The faint rise and fall of his chest was