Selene’s POV

The field began to disappear around me.

The green grass faded to gray, and the blue sky dissolved into a pale, endless whiteness. Cold air brushed my cheeks as I held the silver baby closer, watching the four queens become strands of light.

Lyra remained the longest.

Her brown hair shimmered beneath the fading sky, and her broken mark glowed faintly against her chest.

"Take care of it," she said, glancing at the baby in my arms.

"I will."

Her expression softened.

"And take care of yourself, Selene. You cannot save everyone by forgetting that you matter too."

I swallowed the ache in my throat.

"I'll try."

Lyra...