Victor's consciousness floated in a space between life and death, where time held no meaning and memories bloomed like flowers in moonlight...
The silver poison coursed through his veins like liquid fire, but Victor barely felt it anymore. His consciousness drifted, pulled away from the pain and chaos of the battlefield, drawn instead to moments of pure light. Luna's face swam before his inner vision, not as she was now—tear-stained and desperate—but as she had been in all their precious moments together.
The first time.
He was back in that Manhattan courthouse, three months ago, though it felt like a lifetime. Federal custody case, boring as hell, but he'd had business with Judge Harrison about some property disputes. He'd been checking his phone in the back row when her voice cut thro
