The dream came like a storm, pulling Isla into a world she didn’t recognize but one that felt achingly familiar. She stood in a dimly lit hall, the air heavy with tension and the faint metallic tang of weapons. Before her stood a man whose dark eyes glinted with cold calculation. His voice cut through the silence like a blade.
You were never worth keeping," Zane spat, his voice dripping with disdain, as cold as poison. "You were nothing but a bargaining chip. Sacrificing you brought us weapons, power-things you could never give me."
Isla's chest squeezed tighter, the words cutting through her like shards of glass. She took another step forward, her fists clenched. "How could you say that? After everything, how could you”
“You?” Zane interrupted, a mocking smile curving his lips. “Yo
