Rowan's POV
Sleep came late that night, and when it finally arrived, it didn't feel like sleep at all.
I stood somewhere I had never been, and yet somehow already knew.
A temple, vast and ancient, its stone columns rising into darkness overhead, worn smooth by centuries, I couldn't begin to count. Moonlight poured through an opening far above, silver and heavy, pooling across a floor carved with symbols I recognized instantly, the same crescent shape branching into thin veined lines that had been spreading slowly across Mira's wrist for weeks now.
Except here, carved into ancient stone, the symbol didn't feel unfinished.
It felt whole. Complete. Waiting.
The air smelled of something I couldn't quite place, cold stone and old incense and beneath it, faintly, the particular warmth I'd
