Lena’s POV
The nightmares began three days before the attack, though I did not understand that they were premonitory until the second night when exactly the same set of images returned in disturbing detail.
I awoke gasping, my nightgown drenched with sweat. Lucien shifted in the bed next to me but did not stir; his breathing was still deep and heavy with healing sleep.
The second night, the vision grew. I was seeing more: faces of certain men in Ash’s force, the path they intended to follow, timing on various aspects. But the result was still frustratingly opaque. But then the vision would always break apart at key moments, and fragment into various possibilities, revealing to me alternate futures dependent on decisions that had yet to be made.
In an alternative one I was kidnapped by
