Rowan’s voice echoed like thunder wrapped in sorrow.
“I saw the world end. And we were the ones who ended it.”
His eyes were no longer flickering between Sovereign black and his golden hue—they were something else entirely now.
White. Blinding. Ancient.
As though the light of every Sovereign who had ever lived had gathered behind his irises, watching through him.
Jace froze. “Rowan?”
Rowan blinked slowly, his body trembling as he sat up fully. “It wasn’t a dream.”
Quinn’s breath hitched. “What did you see?”
Rowan looked at them—his parents, his anchor points, the only things still grounding him to himself—and yet, in that moment, he seemed miles away. As if some part of him was still in that other place.
“There was a city of gold. Floating. Singing. Dying.”
He clutched his chest
