Catherine fell asleep… but the sound of raindrops followed her.
And then…inevitably, she was back.
Laurel Fields.
Rain hammered down on her skull, cold and merciless. Her body screamed in protest; every bone aching, her nose and mouth thick with blood. Behind her lay the still form of her loyal knight, face frozen in an expression of devotion that would never fade... because he would never move again.
She was left alone.
Except she wasn't alone.
He was there.
Maximilian.
He came at her through the rain, fury tearing through him like a living thing. Each step he took felt like it split her heart open, the rain no longer falling on her head but inside her chest, burning it.
This was the nightmare that never changed. The one that returned again and again in this lifetime. The moment her soul refused to walk past. The source of everything.
She had never seen beyond this point.
But… this time…
It was different.
