EMILIA’S POV

The world around me was quiet. I didn’t know when sleep had finally claimed me. One moment I’d been staring at the lilies Damien brought, tracing their soft white petals with my fingers. The next, darkness had wrapped around me like a blanket.

But this didn’t feel like sleep.

It felt… wrong.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the hospital anymore.

The bed, the machines, the faint smell of disinfectant—all of it was gone.

Instead, I was standing outside, barefoot, the cold biting into my skin. The air was thick, heavy, and strangely still. Snowflakes drifted from the sky, soft and silent, landing on my bare...