Deborah’s POV

The dream left Deborah feeling empty.

She looked out her window as the sky turned orange and pink, but she didn't see it. She kept seeing the throne room in her mind, the empty chairs, and the old woman's warning.

"The Touch of Destiny fixes what's broken."

Her marks felt warm from the dream. She touched the silver lines on her arm. She knew Erick was doing the same, even across the house.

The bond between them was stronger.

She hated it. She hated knowing how he felt – ...