POV: Alex
Riley’s hands were shaking.
Not from fear alone—but from power.
I felt it immediately. The way the air bent around her. The way the bond between us thrummed painfully tight, like fate yanking on a cord tied to both our souls.
A vision.
Not just a dream.
I knew it in my bones.
“Tell me everything,” I said quietly, tightening my grip on her hands before the energy inside her could spiral again.
Her eyes lifted to mine—wide, silver-lit with lingering magic. “He was a child,” she whispered. “A boy. He stood in shadow, but the moon clung to him like he belonged to both worlds. He knew my name, Alex. He warned me.”
Mason didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
“Warned you about what?” he asked.
Riley’s throat bobbed. “The Shadow King. And something else. Something… connected to us.”
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