The world around Selena had shifted. Gone was the suffocating abyss, replaced by the cool scent of rain and damp earth. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she struggled to find her footing, the weight of the visions, the battle, and the abyss still pressing heavily on her.
But all of that faded the moment she looked up—
And saw the person standing before her.
Her breath hitched.
Dark hair, the same storm-gray eyes as Damian’s, but laced with something softer, something haunted. A scar curved along his jaw, half-hidden by the shadows of the storm overhead. His clothes were battle-worn, his boots caked in mud, but his presence was undeniable.
Caius.
Selena’s chest tightened. She had only ever heard of him in whispers, in stories Damian never wanted to tell. A brother lost to war, to betr
