Chapter 51

• The air inside the chapel felt heavier after Gwen’s words, the gravity of what lay ahead sinking in. A trap? The idea of using the book against Lysandra and whoever was controlling her was promising, but it also came with immense risk.
• I glanced at Alaric, his face hardened with resolve, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. This wasn’t going to be easy, and there was no guarantee of success. But we had to try.
• “What do we need to do?” I asked, my voice firmer than I felt inside.