Chapter 25I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the familiar surroundings. I was back in Morpheus’s room. Back to where I belonged. As I slowly sat up, I felt my chest twist in an aching pain; as though my own heart were breaking into a thousand pieces. Their history had gone over a stretch of centuries. Darce had never given up. He had searched and searched. And seemingly, in each lifetime, he lost her. Until Winnie.
My fingers curled around my neck as I glanced at Morpheus’s still form.
“Now you know the truth.” He moved to the other side of the bed and slowly took a seat; his eyes heavy with concern. The truth had been hard to witness, and he was right. To feel myself die not once, but several times had been nearly impossible to endure. To witness Darce’s brokenness and desperation was
