“Then I’ll follow.”
“You shouldn’t have touched it,” he said quietly. Not a warning. An observation. dorian del isla lily starfire
“Lily.”
Dorian Del Isla stood alone on the beach for a long time. Eventually, he smiled. “Then I’ll follow
Lily stood at the water’s edge, her bare feet pressed into the wet sand. In her hand, a single starfire bloom — phosphorescent, trembling, too bright for any earthly flower. Dorian had watched her pick it from the cliffside where nothing else grew. “Lily
She lifted the starfire to her chest and pressed it against her heart. The light sank into her skin like water into sand. For a breath, the entire island went dark. Then Lily glowed — from the inside out — soft blue-white, like moonlight caught in a jar.