Eira's pov
I woke up gasping. A thin film of sweat clung to my skin despite the cold.
The sheets felt suffocating, twisted around my legs like vines. My hand flew to my chest as if I could claw the dream out before it rooted deeper.
But it was already there,burning, splitting me in half.
Two hands in the dark.
One calloused and steady, gripping my wrist with fury and purpose.
The other rougher, darker, dragging me backward into shadow with a smirk and a scar.
Draven.
Malrik.
Two sides of the same fire,and I was the one burning.
I sat up slowly, chest heaving, the echoes of their voices still ringing in my ears. I could barely remember what they said in the dream… only that both were pulling me, and I wasn't strong enough to resist either.
The room was still. Silent.
But inside me? A war raged louder than ever.
Kira was recovering.
