Blood Covenant Book two of the Nytefall Chronicles The Memory Blade

He leaned heavily on Simone Graves, whose arm, where the silver talisman had melted to save him from the Mirrorborn’s psychological attack, was wrapped tight in a makeshift bandage. The wound didn’t just hurt; it was a constant, radiating reminder of the human price.

“Underground,” Simone choked out, fighting the searing pain, her focus absolute. She ignored the agony, her gaze scanning the buildings above. “The subway. They can’t teleport into a moving train. It’s too unpredictable for their anchors.”