It wasn't like waking from a dream.
It was like ripping the soul out of my chest and forcing it back in.
I was on my knees. My hand still clutched the collar of Nox's jacket, my fist frozen in a gesture that now felt foreign.
The air was thick.
Not with dust, not with magic.
With memories.
With blood.
My parents were dead. I already knew that.
But now... I had seen them die.
I had seen fear sketched into my mother’s fingers as she turned the steering wheel.
I had seen my father trying to save her—and failing.
I had seen the faces of three murderers lit for a brief moment in the glow of the flames.
I felt the footsteps before I heard them.
Kael was the first to arrive. Then Lean, Sage, Zack... They didn’t ask any questions. But they were there. All of them.
"What happened, swe
