Devon staggered back as if struck by a violent force, his breath ragged. The memories rushed in—a storm of emotions, voices, and images—her. Fiona. His Fiona.

His fingers twitched, a deep, primal ache blooming in his chest. His gaze snapped back to her, wide with something raw, something broken.

"You—" His voice cracked.

Fiona stepped closer, but her heart pounded in fear. His golden eyes, once hollow, were now overflowing with emotions—grief, longing, rage. His entire body trembled as he stared at her, as if he were a man drowning in an ocean of his own making.

And then, something inside him snapped.

Devon clutched his head, a strangled sound...