“There’s something you need to see,” the girl said quietly, eyes fixed on the firelight dancing across her hands.

Lyla had barely slept. Her body ached, not from the battle but from what came after. Eli’s touch still echoed on her skin like wildfire, but her mind was far from peace.

“What kind of ‘something’?” Lyla asked, sitting across from the girl in the healer’s tent.

The girl looked up, her silver-tinged eyes flickering. “A memory. Not mine yours.”

Eli entered ...