Mira’s POV
I could still feel the echo of the vision quivering in my bones as Cassian pulled me to my feet. The forest around us had fallen quiet again, but every rustle of leaves and the distant call of an owl felt like a reminder of what I had just witnessed.
My hands, though no longer aflame with raw energy, still glowed faintly. The cracks in my skin burned with a low, pulsing heat that made me tremble.
I tried to steady my breath, desperate to regain control, but the weight of the memory pressed down on me like a physical force.
Cassian’s gaze was steady as he knelt beside me. “Mira,” he said gently, his voice calm but firm. “What did you see?”
The question was simple, but I could feel the urgency beneath it—a quiet desperation to understand the raw, terrible truth buried in my
