The moment reality stabilized, Prince Rhett grabbed my arm with sudden urgency.

"Someone is coming. Multiple someones. And they feel wrong—like they exist in spaces between seconds." His heightened senses were detecting something that should not be possible in this timeline. "We need to hide you."

"From whom?"

"I do not know, but every instinct I have is screaming danger."

He was right. Through my depleted cosmic awareness—now barely a whisper of what it had been—I felt temporal ...