The gold hadn’t faded.
Even with the dream torn from me like a scream swallowed too fast, my shoulder still glowed faintly in the dark. Faint, but pulsing. Like it had a heart of its own.
I pressed my palm against it, but it didn’t stop.
It *never* stopped now.
Cassian stirred by the fire, eyes opening like he hadn’t been sleeping at all. He didn’t speak. Just stared. His gaze flicked to the mark, then back to my face.
“Another vision?” he asked.
I nodded.
“You were her again.”
I didn’t ask how he knew. The answer was in the way my hands trembled, in the breath still caught in my chest. In the way I no longer felt like one person when I woke.
“Cassian,” I whispered, “what if this isn’t just memory?”
His brow furrowed.
“What if something’s coming *through* me?”
He didn’t move. “
