“Maybe you were just dreaming,” Zion said, quickly changing his expression. Then he looked at Arwen with concern. “You can tell me everything later—once your body has—”
“I wasn’t dreaming, Zion,” Arwen interrupted softly.
“I heard a voice… someone calling me from beyond the light.” She took a quick breath, her fingers clutching the blanket at her chest. “He called my name. And I know it wasn’t my late grandmother or my mother.”
Zion froze, studying her face closely. “Whose voice, Arwen?”
Arwen held his gaze for a long moment. “My father’s. Maybe.”
Zion stared at her, stunned, then slowly shook his head. “That’s impossible. No one knows where your father is.”
“I do,” Arwen said quietly, though her voice trembled. “He’s in the West. Beyond the black mist. That’s what Ryan once told me.
