Silence filled the office.
Sera looked at me before turning back to Isla. Pryor's face changed, but he said nothing. I kept my attention on my mate. She needed me to remain calm.
"You fell into my arms."
"I'm here."
"There was so much blood."
"It was a vision."
"You died, Caius."
The words struck harder than I expected. Isla looked at me as though she had watched it happen only moments ago. To her, it hadn't felt like a possibility. It had felt real.
I cupped her face in both hands.
"Look at me."
She did.
"I am alive, and I intend to remain that way."
Her eyes searched mine. She wanted to believe me, but the vision had planted fear too deeply. I pressed my forehead against hers. Our bond opened between us, carrying everything I couldn't put into words.
"What else did he say?"
