That night, the dreams came for Daisy, slipping into the space between sleep and waking. Christian’s arm was heavy around her waist, his skin burning hot with the fever of whatever lived inside him. But even his warmth couldn’t keep the visions away. The Moon’s Tear pulsed against her chest, its glow cutting through the breathing darkness.
She dreamed of endless hallways twisting in impossible directions, of doors opening to places that shouldn’t exist. A silver thread of light, coming from the Moon’s Tear, guided her deeper into strange landscapes that made her mind recoil. Yet, something inside her reached for them, as if they were familiar. The baby stirred beneath her ribs, reacting to dreams meant for something other than human minds.
Beside her, Christian shifted, his instincts sen
