Nyx's Pov

The dream came at first like a whisper, soft and unreal, like fog curling around the edges of my mind. I was standing on the hill above the valley, the grass wet beneath my bare feet, the air thick and heavy. A chill brushed across my skin, the kind that prickled every nerve.

Liam was there, laughing, chasing a ball across the grass, unaware of the danger behind him. And then… I saw him fall.

This time it wasn’t some shadowy figure, some faceless enemy. It was Caspian. He was holding a knife, his eyes dark, sharp, impossible. He moved with precision, a predator stalking prey, and he...