The heavy silver doors closed behind us with a sound like moonlight made into steel. My heart was still racing from the way the barrier had dissolved as though it had been waiting only for me—waiting for the Beloved Spirit.
The air inside was cool, faintly perfumed with moon-bloom flowers, and strangely alive. Unlike the Emerald family's mansion halls, the Silver Wing wasn't simply stone and mortar. The walls shimmered faintly with runes, as if breathing in response to my presence.
"This place…" I whispered, my voice nearly swallowed by the echo of the grand corridor. "It feels like it's watching us."
[It is,] Sylas' deep, calm voice brushed against my mind, his tone cool as the frost that lingered on his aura. [Silver Wing exists to serve Beloved Spirits and their companions. The mansion is alive with magic.]
"That's not creepy at all," I muttered, trying to sound braver than I felt.
