"Have we met before?"
Elias sucked in a breath as Cassian squeezed his eyes shut again, wincing at the pain.
"What... what do you mean? What's wrong?" Elias murmured.
Cassian swallowed. "I—" His voice came out rough. "I keep… seeing things."
Elias went still. "Seeing?" Elias asked carefully.
"Moments," Cassian said. "Of you. Of us. Things that haven't happened." He pressed a hand to his temple. "It feels like memories."
Elias's face drained of colour. "That's not—" Elias cut himself off, scrambling out of bed so fast the mattress dipped sharply. "I—I'll be right back. I just—need to get dressed."
Before Cassian could say anything, Elias rushed out of the room. Cassian sat there, heart pounding, sweat cooling on his skin.
Did Elias know something?
