Book 8: The World Falls Apart

Kenna

Evander looks down at me and goes perfectly still. 

“What was that?” I whisper. It could easily have been the fireworks the elder council in the coven ordered for the festivities. 

Another Earth rattling boom shakes the underground temple to the point dust and bits of rocks tumble from the ceiling. 

I don’t even have a second to take a breath before Evander rolls off me, pulls me to my feet, and grabs his shirt. He yanks it over my head and deftly buttons it, but his body is so still, and his head is cocked to the side as he listens to whatever is happening beyond the sanctuary of the cave. 

His mark on my shoulder burns, and blood seeps into the white fabric of his shirt, which is large enough that it brushes over the top of my knees as he steps away and quickly puts on his pants. “Where is your cloak?”

“Evander, what is going on? It’s just the fireworks–”

“Listen, Kenna,” he whispers, slowly raisi