He despised this day. Gods, he fucking despised it. The day his entire world had been ripped away from him, leaving him standing amidst the wreckage of everything he had ever known. Why them? Why did it have to be his family caught in the crossfire? Why did his father have to-
He couldn’t—
A movement beside him caught his attention.
Silver hair.
Xaden blinked, his vision still swimming with tears. For a moment, he couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing. The familiar face seemed so terribly out of place against-
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Sleep had never come particularly easily to Xaden Riorson. Even less so when his mind refused to quiet itself long enough to enjoy it.
Violet was tucked comfortably against his side, her warmth a welcome contrast to the coolness of the room. His fingers had-
tendrils stretching across the cold stone.
He had spent years convincing himself that the past no longer held any power over him. Yet here he was again, trapped in the very moment that had shaped everything he would become.
And somewhere beneath the surface of the dream,-




