POV: Mira
The fire had burned out hours ago.
Still, Mira sat rigid on the edge of her bed, fingers trembling as they hovered over the vision bowl. She hadn’t dared look again since the last flash—the blood, the cold, Lucan’s smile twisted into something that didn’t belong to him.
She’d seen death before. Visions that bled into reality.
But never like this. Never someone so close.
And never… him.
“Are you going to just stare at it until it swallows you whole?” Torren’s voice was soft as he appeared in her doorway.
Mira blinked. “You should be sleeping.”
“You screamed loud enough to wake the Goddess herself.”
He crossed the room, sat beside her. She didn’t lean into him—not yet. Not while her bones were still iced over with dread.
Torren took her hand, thumb brushing her wrist wher
