Tears stung my eyes as I sat on the rooftop, chugging the bitter alcohol like it could burn the confusion out of me. It didn't.
Lucius and I had only been intimate a few times but it felt like we'd known each other in every life before this one. Or maybe it wasn't me he knew so well. Maybe it was Athena.
The vision kept playing in my mind like a cruel song on loop.
The golden crest sword…
The tall figure…
That cloak it wasn't like the ones worn here. A shade darker. Rougher. Off.
Was it Lucius?
Or was my mind making up pieces, trying to shape someone familiar into a monster?
I hugged my knees tighter, trying to shake the thought off. My head throbbed. My chest ached. I didn't even notice when the shift in the air started—until the cold ripple passed through me.
A jolt. A pulse.
The last time I felt that, I was battling a spirit. My whole body shivered.
