IRIS' P.O.V.
The meadow dissolved beneath my feet. The colors, the flowers, the horizon of gold and violet all melted away into streams of white light until nothing was left but the pull of Selene’s hand on mine.
When the light faded, I stood in the shadows of a familiar chamber. My breath caught.
Liam.
He lay sprawled across his bed, the sheets tangled around his waist. His chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of sleep, strong but not unguarded. For once, his face wasn’t sharpened by duty or hardened by war. The lines of his jaw were softer, his lips relaxed, almost boyish in his stillness.
I pressed a hand against my chest, as though that would stop the ache that slammed through me.
Gods, I had missed him.
Every step I took toward the bed made my throat tighten. I hadn’t rea
