Kora’s POV
The fire was faint at first — a thread of warmth that pulsed like a heartbeat through the darkness. I followed it, not walking exactly, but moving through the space in a way that didn’t make sense. There was no ground here, no air, no gravity. Only the pull of something — someone — that felt achingly familiar.
Edward.
His name hummed in the back of my mind, a tether of gold stretching between us. The thread that had been dim for days was now burning brighter, tugging at me from beyond the veil. I could feel his pain through it — raw, desperate, full of love that refused to die.
I reached toward it, my fingers dissolving into sparks. “I’m coming,” I whispered.
But the dark resisted.
The air — or whatever passed for air here — thickened, heavy and cold. The faint warmth flic
