The night after the attack hung thick over Blackthorn, the silence weighted with tiredness and anxiety. Avery rested against the stone wall of the library, her pulse slowing. She had held the borders, battled off shadows from every other dimension, and controlled her powers to keep them from unraveling reality – for the time being. However, she could not shake the feeling that something had gone wrong. Tensions pulsed through her chest, and she had a feeling that not everything was as it appeared.
Lucas approached, his look matching hers. "We were given through it, Avery," he replied quietly. "For once, it seems like we're ahead of the chaos."
Avery tried to smile, but the worry inside her kept her silent. She couldn't explain why she felt so strongly about something, but it was there, lurking beneath the surface. Russo met them in the library's rear hallway, nodding in recognition.
