"Kamlyn isn't like the others," Edwige whispered, opening the ledger. "She hasn't been cataloged long enough. She’s... volatile."
"The alignment is fine, Edwige," Taissia murmured, her eyes closed, her head tilted back as if listening to the storm. "Can’t you feel it? The room is waiting. The silence is hungry." metart edwige a diana g taissia a kamlyn a
"Stop stalling, Edwige," Diana said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. "We don't have all night. The Curator returns at dawn." "Kamlyn isn't like the others," Edwige whispered, opening
She stepped forward, into the light.