Echoes Through Her Eyes
Diana’s POV
I didn’t tell Cameron right away.
About the voice.
About her.
The version of me that smiled like a ghost and offered power like a promise. The one who told me to let her speak through me. The one who lingered even after the ritual ended.
No… I held that close.
Because I didn’t know what it meant yet.
And part of me just part didn’t want to stop it.
For the first few hours, everything seemed normal. Calm.
The ritual was complete.
The baby slept quietly inside me energy now soft and steady instead of wild and shifting. For once there were no dreams. No voices. No fire.
Just… quiet.
But when night fell the bond changed.
It happened as I stood by the window in our room staring out at the lights of Ranada glittering beneath the stars.
One blink
