The nightmares started on a Tuesday.
Cassia woke up screaming, a red light flickering in her irises.
Not fire.
Something deeper.
Liam rushed to her crib, Nova close behind, but Cassia’s eyes had already gone back to normal. She cooed and reached for her mother, utterly calm.
Like nothing had happened.
Like the world hadn’t just tilted under them.
Nova wrapped Cassia in her arms, but her gaze flicked to Liam.
“You saw that, right?”
He nodded. “I saw it.”
They didn’t say the word aloud, but both were thinking it.
Power.
The days that followed felt like waiting for lightning to strike.
Adelaide had disappeared after the Moscow assault.
Tatiana returned to her underground contacts, trying to trace the remaining embers of the Eastern Bloc.
And Liam?
He barely slept.
He watched
