I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, eyes distant as my mind spiraled through the last few days. My body still felt weak, the lingering pain from my heat fading but not entirely gone. The bond between Ryder and me had become unbearable during that time, the pull so strong I could hardly think straight. Now, it was quiet. Too quiet. I didn’t like it.
“I had a dream,” I said quietly, glancing at Ivy, who was busy slicing vegetables. Her movements were quick, precise, but the moment I spoke, she paused, her gaze shifting to me.
“A dream? Or a vision?” she asked, setting down the knife and giving me her full attention.
I shrugged, unsure how to explain it. “The Moon Goddess came to me.”
Her brows raised. “Again?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “But this time, she didn’t explain anyth
