Chapter 41
Light Pack
Mirage POV
A week Later
After the party a week days ago
Midnight.
Again.
I sat upright in bed, breath rasping like he'd run a mile through smoke. His chest rose and fell in sharp, uneasy waves, damp with sweat beneath the thin sheet tangled at his waist. The clock on the far wall struck twelve, its chime echoing through the old manor like a final toll.
The vision had returned.
For the fourth time this week.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, pressing calloused fingers to my temples as if I could rub the images out of my skull. But they clung like ash to his lungs-persistent, suffocating.
The woman in blue.
She always came at midnight, not in dreams, but visions. Vivid and surreal, playing out behind his eyelids like prophecy.
A ballroom. Glimmeri
