Chapter 43: The Journal of a Forgotten Love
Emma’s POV
The fall stole the breath from my lungs.
One second, I was in Everdawn. The next, I was somewhere else.
I hit the ground hard, my palms scraping against rough stone. Dust filled the air, thick and choking, and for a brief moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.
Then I heard it.
The sound of running.
I gasped, pushing myself up, my heart pounding as I looked around.
I wasn’t in the east wing anymore.
I wasn’t even in my time.
Because before me—running desperately through a grand corridor I had only ever seen in ruins—was Caroline Montgomery.
Trapped in a Memory
I sucked in a sharp breath, my head spinning. This wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a vision. It was real.
The air was thick with candle smoke, the scent of rain and roses
