Chapter 41 Now

Iora’s POV

I woke with a start, my chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat.

NIGHTMARE!

The dream still clung to me like oil—Nyra, laughing on some sun-drenched island, her belly round with child, her face soft in a way I had never seen it. Happy. She was fucking happy.

My fingers twisted in the ...

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