Because I am not alone.

Because someone made a tether forme.

And she’s still up there.

Still holding.

Still fighting.

The rift groans, vibrating through my bones.

The current coils tight around my ribs.

And then, light.

A glow, faint at first.

Not from above.

Below.

It pierces the black water in threads of silver and violet, winding like veins through the silt.

I blink.

It’s not rift magic. Not twisted. Not old.

This iswarm.

Steady.

Alive.

The light pulses once, brighter.

I shield my eyes, heart hammering in my throat.

Then it splits the water completely, a column of soft, fierce brilliance rushing toward me like it was summoned by a promise.

And in the center.

I see her.

Hair floating around her like flame.

Eyes locked on mine.

Callie.

Coming for me.

CHAPTER 25

CALLIE

The second I hit the water, I know I’ve done something stupid.

Like,legendarylevels of stupid.