Cara
The silver light dissolved, leaving only the stones, the pool, and the thrum of my heartbeat in my ears. Jace held me as if he could shield me from everything—goddess, visions, even myself.
I didn’t realize until then how tightly I clung to him. My hands fisted into his shirt, knuckles white, as though letting go might make that horrible vision bleed into reality. Him turning from me. Him walking away. The sound of his laughter with someone else while I drowned in silence.
I hated how real it felt.
Jace tipped my chin up, his eyes sharp with promise. “Cara. That’s not me. Do you hear me? That’s not who I am.”he said to me.
I nodded, but some part of me still quaked. Fear doesn’t obey reason. It digs deep, hides in marrow, and waits.
The stones around us shimmered faintly, and b
