Ian’s POV
I shot upright on the bed. Lazhara again? What did she want this time? Pluck my eyebrows with silver tweezers? Maybe ask me to lick her boots clean? I rolled my eyes so hard they almost fell out of my skull.
The door creaked open, but before I could even turn my head, something slammed into me like a comet.
Ashval.
He launched into my body so fast my spine rattled. I grunted, grabbing my chest. The force knocked the breath out of me, but then… stillness. A powerful kind of stillness. It was like he’d never left. Like he’d always been inside me.
“I’m back,” he said in my head.
My breath hitched, heart racing - not from fear. From fire.
"Sorry for not giving you a heads-up." he apologized.
"it's fine.” I mindlinked him back.
She walked in, her golden dress trailing behind
