The word alone made the smoke around us ripple, like the very world recoiled at the sound of it.
My pulse hammered in my ear. "What is the Hollow?"
She tilted her head, her silver hair falling like silk over her shoulder. "Hades itself. It seeks what is broken, what is torn, what is not whole. Your light is fractured now, Aeris… Jasmine… whatever you choose to call yourself. And because of it, the Hollow will follow you."
The ground beneath me quivered faintly. I stumbled a step, heart rattling in my chest. 'Did I do something wrong by saving Damon? And what does she mean by Chosen? She might be wrong… she is wrong.'
"I'm not a Chosen, you are wrong. And if I were one, my mother would have told me, and I wouldn't live a powerless life." I said, my eyes narrowing at her.
