Bound by Moonlight and Magic
I woke with blood in my mouth and fire in my chest. The taste was metallic, thick, and strangely cold—wrong in every way. It wasn’t mine.
Kael was already on his feet, his blade drawn, eyes scanning the darkness like a wolf scenting danger on the wind. He knelt beside me as I pushed upright, coughing violently.
“Liora?” he asked, voice taut with fear. “What happened?”
I wiped my mouth, hand trembling. “I dreamed again.”
His jaw tightened. “The same woman?”
I nodded, trying to steady my breathing. “She had my face. But her eyes… they weren’t mine. They were suns. She said I forgot her.”
Kael stared into the fire, which flickered low, more ember than flame. “Do you think she’s… you?”
“I don’t know. But she’s connected to the Threads. And the serpent said
