Andrei’s POV
The day was long and exhausting. I spent most of it coordinating the rebuild of the southern barracks, then meeting with supply runners about another batch of food for the refugees. By the time the sun started to dip below the trees, I had almost forgotten about the strange vision I’d had in Bloodmoon.
Almost. But not completely.
The work couldn’t seem to wipe that memory from my mind, no matter how hard I had been trying over the past few days. I couldn’t sleep because of it. The only thing that could distract me from it was work.
And so I worked. And worked. And worked until I was certain Natalia was going to throttle me for not being around her and the kids more.
But what was I supposed to do? Every time I looked at them, I saw that vision. It hadn’t happened again, bu
