Sasha’s Pov
The morning after the dream felt colder than winter’s edge.
Even with the fire breathing low in the hearth, even with Alex beside me, warmth refused to settle into my bones. I wasn’t shivering from chill or fear, but from the aftertaste of what I’d seen. What he’d shown me.
The Hollow King hadn’t made threats.
He’d made promises.
And the worst part? A part of me couldn’t swear he was wrong.
I sat curled by the hearth, cocooned in a thick wool blanket that did nothing to dull the tremble in my limbs. My knees were pulled tightly to my chest, fingers tangled in the edge of the fabric, clutching it like it could hold me together.
The shadows stretched long across the floor, sharp-edged and restless. Outside, dawn bled across the sky in muted grays and cold silver. It was th
