Jessica/Tessa’s pov;
I had never felt such grief. It hit me so sharp that I didn’t even know if I was dead or something else had happened.
My lashes were wet.
I only realized that only when a tear slid into my hair. The scent of grass and blood and old promises tore away all at once and it felt as though I had moved to another world.
I sucked in a breath and felt wood creaked beneath me. Rough blankets scratched my skin.
I opened my eyes slowly to see that I was lying on a narrow bed inside a wooden hut. The ceiling beams were familiar, too familiar. Not ancient or part of a memory.
This was the Present.
My fingers curled into the blanket on instinct and I heard the sound of someone moving.
I turned my head sharply to see that he was kneeling beside the bed.
Adrian.
He looked… di
