The world tilted the moment I opened my eyes, and I was back in the present, back in my bedroom, in my bed. Alongside him.
My stomach twisted violently, and before I could even think, I was out of bed — bare feet slipping against the cold floor as I stumbled toward the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before I started to throw up.
There was nothing graceful about it, no control — just the ugly sound of my body purging everything inside me. My throat burned. My eyes watered. My hands trembled against the rim of the porcelain bowl. The memories just wouldn’t stop coming. They were consuming me.
Drowning me.
Varion’s face, Orvyn’s voice, the Veilborn’s pale eyes — all of it tangled together like shards of glass behind my eyelids. Every image, every word, cutting deeper and more h
