LIANDREN'S POV

Silver hair. Dreams about me.

That incident, how could I ever forget.

The day I died.

There was no way she would know unless someone told it to Emily.

Or it would leave me with the possibility that it was true.

As I stared at those little eyes deep into mine, that question made my chest grow tight. Why would Melody's daughter have dreams about me?

"Are you okay?"

My lashes fluttered, bringing me back into reality. I caught a glimpse of Rowan’s gaze before I crouched down ...