ROME
I was running.
I don’t know from what.
Or toward whom?
The world around me was fractured—like shattered glass reflecting a hundred versions of the same memory. The palace corridors stretched endlessly, torches flickering blue instead of gold. My heart pounded as though I had already lost something, even though I didn’t yet know what it was.
“Indy,” I called.
My voice echoed strangely, swallowed by the walls.
She appeared at the far end of the hallway, just standing there.
She wore that look she always did when she was trying not to feel too much. Every time she showed up lately, something in my chest reacted before my mind could stop it.
A sharp, sudden skip.
Annoyance, I told myself.
That was what it was.
She had been getting on my nerves. She stood close to me, watched
