Emily's POV
I could hear them.
Their voices.
Faint, distant, like an echo lost in the wind.
"Emily!"
"Come back to us!"
I knew those voices. Julian. Caleb. Joey. They sounded frantic, desperate, like they were reaching for me but couldn't find me.
Like I was already too far gone.
And maybe I was.
Because the world around me was wrong.
One moment, I was in Morgana's apothecary, lying on the floor while she slashed my wrist and whispered spells over me.
The next?
I was here.
In my childhood home.
Everything was exactly the way I left it.
The chipped coffee table in the living room. The floral curtains that used to smell like Darius' Puke after a drunken night of gambling away whatever money we ought to feed with for the next few days. The family pictures hanging on the walls,
