Dreams are funny things around witches’ work,” he said, voice low. “The web blurs lines. Sometimes, we meet in places that are more than just your imagination.”
“Spoken like someone abusing less‑guarded laws of magic,” I muttered.
He grinned.
“Maybe,” he said. “Consider this a check‑in.”
“On what?” I asked. “On whether your bone and feather delivery system still works?”
“On whether you’re still pretending your only options are chains,” he said.
His gaze searched my face, taking in something that made his smile tilt.
“He kissed you,” Kade said, softly amused. “For real this time.”
My cheeks burned.
“This is my dream,” I said. “You shouldn’t get to narrate it.”
“I told you, little Luna,” he murmured. “The night you died, and the night you came back, something in me tuned toward you
