The dream haunted me for days.
I couldn't shake the image of Caleb falling, an arrow through his heart, his eyes finding mine in that final moment. I saw it when I closed my eyes, when I drifted off to sleep, when I let my mind wander for even a second.
Damon noticed my distraction. He asked, gently at first, then with increasing concern. I told him it was nothing—just the aftermath of everything that had happened. He didn't believe me, but he didn't push.
Caleb noticed too. I felt his eyes on me across the clearing, in the meetings, during meals. He didn't approach, didn't ask. But he watched, and I knew he was waiting.
On the third night, I couldn't take it anymore.
I waited until Damon was asleep—deeply asleep, his breathing slow and even—and then I slipped out of bed. I pulled on
