The Spark Beneath Her Silence
The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary was quiet in the early morning, not empty, but intentional. The halls pulsed with unspoken purpose, like a heart beating softly in prayer.
Nova stood on the third floor of the archive library, her hand tracing the spine of a dusty book titled How Empires Remember. It was old, handwritten in places, and full of insights she’d read a dozen times, but today, it felt different.
Something was shifting.
In the air.
In her chest.
In the flame she carried.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she closed the book and turned around.
“Nova,” a voice said, crisp and smooth. “I thought I’d find you here.”
She froze.
Because she knew that voice.
Because it belonged to him.
The one person she hadn’t spoken to in three years.
Liam
