WILLOW'S POV.
The only sound in my room was my low voice counting under my breath.
“...Thirty-six. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight…”
Sweat rolled down my cheek and dripped onto the floor as I pushed against it, arms trembling under the strain. My muscles burned, but I welcomed the pain. It helped me forget. It helped me push away the unease that had been creeping back into me since the visions returned in the shower yesterday.
“Thirty-nine—”
A sudden flash of light burst behind my eyes. I froze mid-motion as my vision blurred and my breath caught. For a second, I saw something—too fast to understand. Then it was gone again, leaving me shaken.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to keep going. “Forty.”
But then another flash came, stronger this time. Images flickered in my mind—a shadowe
