or a second, I didn't know where I was. The air was thick and gray, and a strange orange light flickered against the far wall of the

d. I was Elara, the woman who had already lived this nightmare once. I saw him again, just for a flash, Kaelen' s body limp and lifeless, his face pale under

h anger and annoyance. His silver eyes, usually so calm, were narrowed and cold. He didn't look at me. His gaze swept the room, searching for someone else. "L

e died in my past life. He had died because of his choices, because of his blind devotion to Lyra. He died regretting me. My task was simple: I had to save him fro

was happening already, the misunderstanding, the blame. I couldn't explain. He wouldn't believe me. I took a deep breath, pushing down the pain. I walked past him, tow

cused on the flames, I felt a familiar object against my skin, tucked beneath my robes. It was the Heartstone, a small, smooth stone tied to his life