Nyx's Pov
The dream came at first like a whisper, soft and unreal, like fog curling around the edges of my mind. I was standing on the hill above the valley, the grass wet beneath my bare feet, the air thick and heavy. A chill brushed across my skin, the kind that prickled every nerve.
Liam was there, laughing, chasing a ball across the grass, unaware of the danger behind him. And then… I saw him fall.
This time it wasn’t some shadowy figure, some faceless enemy. It was Caspian. He was holding a knife, his eyes dark, sharp, impossible. He moved with precision, a predator stalking prey, and he struck at Liam.
I screamed in the dream, but no sound came out. My hands shook as I ran toward him, but the distance stretched, as if the earth itself conspired to keep me from reaching him.
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