Rowan's POV. Everywhere was dark, hazy, and heavy with a suffocating sense of dread. I could see her, standing at the edge of the room, her back to me, the scent of lavender still clinging to the air. Ember. She was leaving again. I could feel it in my bones, in the marrow of my soul. My throat tightened, panic rising as if it were a living thing inside me."Ember, don’t go!" My voice sounded hoarse, desperate, almost foreign to my ears. I staggered toward her, my legs weak and my body heavy as if weighed down by the fever that had gripped me for days; the Feral Fever. Sweat dripped from my brow, soaking the shirt that clung to my burning skin. But all that mattered was her.She turned slowly, her face twisted with a hint of regret and something colder—pity. Her eyes, usually so full of fire, were dull, and her lips pressed into a thin line. I reached out, my hands trembling, trying to hold onto her before she slipped away.“Please, Ember,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Don’t l
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