Chapter 1735

They woke together, as if their dreams had braided into a single thread that pulled them gently into morning. The air was different again - not just warm or golden, but thick with expectation. The kind that settled in the bones. The kind that made skin tingle before touch. Jude opened his eyes to find Lucy watching him, her fingers tracing invisible patterns over his chest, her breath soft and close.

"You dreamt it too," she whispered.

He nodded, not needing to ask what.

"A city," said Emma from behind them, her voice husky with sleep. "In the sky. Made of glass and vines."

"Floating above waterfalls that never touched ground," Natalie added, sitting up and combing her fingers through her hair. "I could hear laughter."

"And wings," Grace said, eyes wide. "We had wings."

Zoey smirked, stretching languidly. "Told you. Flying orgasms. I always dream prophetic."