VALERIE.
The woman with silver eyes wouldn’t leave me alone.
Every time I closed my eyes, she was there—standing in fire, moonlight dripping down her skin like blood, her voice haunting but strangely familiar.
“Three worlds. One soul.”
“You must awaken.”
I woke with a jolt, gasping as sweat drenched my nightgown. My hands flew to my stomach. The child still stirred. Relief flooded me—but it was fleeting. My breath came in sharp pants as the moonlight filtered through the stained glass, painting my skin in pale blue.
Dorian sat in the corner, watching me silently. He rose without a word and came to my side, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
“You saw her again,” he said.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “She keeps saying I need to awaken… that I must choose. But I don’t know what s
