LUCIEN’S POV

I don’t remember falling asleep. One moment I was staring into the dark, Adele’s steady breathing the only anchor keeping me from drifting too far into my own head; the next, the world tilted and I was somewhere else entirely.

Cold.

So cold it sank straight through skin and muscle and into bone. The kind of cold that made every breath ache in my lungs.

I was standing in the cellar, but then I saw myself…the boy I used to be. Small. Barely eight. Curled tight in the far corner where the stone wall met the dirt floor, knees drawn to my chest, arms wrapped around them like...