The weight of Cassian’s words settled over the room like a storm cloud, thick with warning and unspoken urgency. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at him, my mind racing to process everything I had seen, everything I had felt.
I wasn’t just dreaming or hallucinating. I had lived those moments. I had been there... with them. And now, for reasons I couldn’t yet understand, the memories were clawing their way back to the surface.
“What do you mean, ‘I might not have another lifetime left’?” My voice was quieter than I intended, but it carried through the room like a crack in glass.
Cassian hesitated, his golden eyes flickering. He was choosing his words carefully, which unnerved me more than if he had just blurted out the truth. Lucas, however, was the one who spoke first.
“There’s
