Eira’s POV
The third heartbeat in my chest doesn’t just sync with the one in the dark. It pulls.
It feels like a physical tug behind my ribs, my body knows this person. The scent of crushed blue petals floods my senses, mixing with the cold stone air. A phantom warmth brushes my knuckles, making me have a feeling of absolute, unquestionable safety.
But my mind is a blank, terrifying slate. I tried to remember but I still don’t know them.
The silhouette steps fully into the silver light. It’s a woman. Or at least, she has the shape of one, draped in heavy, woven shadows that look like they belong to the District itself. Her face is lined, her eyes looking old, but her facial expression is entirely calm. She looks at me the way you look at an old friend who just wal
