Chapter 107

• Cesmae’s POV
• When I come to, my body aches, each limb bound to the stone beneath me. My head throbs, my vision blurry, and the cold of the altar seeps into my bones. The memories are fractured—snatches of Kylian’s twisted words, his grin, his hand raised against me. Panic rises as I try to move, but the bindings hold fast, rough and unyielding against my wrists.
• I breathe through the fog of fear, desperate to focus, desperate to understand where I am and why the place feels so… familiar. And then, like a wave, the darkness inside my mind rolls back, revealing something deeper. The visions—the flashes of a life I thought were dreams—they were never just warnings.