Chapter 41

Light Pack

Mirage POV

A week Later

After the party a week days ago

Midnight.

Again.

I sat upright in bed, breath rasping like he'd run a mile through smoke. His chest rose and fell in sharp, uneasy waves, damp with sweat beneath the thin sheet tangled at his waist. The clock on the far wall struck twelve, its chime echoing through the old manor like a final toll.

The vision had returned.

For the fourth time this week.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, pressing ...