Kora’s POV
Edward’s voice kept echoing through the flames—calling my name, dragging me back from that endless bridge of fire and shadow. But Aaron’s hand was still locked around mine, the heat between our palms pulsing like a heartbeat that wasn’t entirely mine anymore.
The bridge trembled beneath us, molten light rippling beneath the surface like something alive, something waiting. I could feel the pull in both directions: toward Edward’s voice, steady and familiar, and toward Aaron’s, dark and magnetic, promising answers I wasn’t sure I wanted.
“Kora,” Aaron said softly, his gaze steady on me. “You can’t fight both worlds forever. Choose one before they destroy you.”
My throat burned with the weight of everything unsaid. “You talk like you know what it means to be torn in two. You do
