Chapter 41
**Ronan's POV**
The dreams start three nights after Celeste's party. Three nights since I confronted her about what she did to Evangeline. Three nights since I stood in my driveway afterward, staring at the cracked binding stone and trying to convince myself that defending her meant nothing.
At first, I think it's guilt. The normal kind of guilt that comes from letting someone get hurt on your watch. The kind that makes you toss and turn and question whether you did enough.
But these dreams are different.
They're too real. Too vivid. Too full of details I shouldn't know.
In the first dream, I'm standing in a forest I've never seen before. Ancient trees stretch toward a sky that's too dark, too full of stars that pulse like heartbeats. The air tastes of magic and danger and
