Chapter Sixty Nine

Sera's Pov 

The bed felt like a prison, the sheets tangled around my limbs as I tossed and turned. My mind refused to quiet, racing over everything that had happened today, everything that had happened in the days leading up to it. The dream, the ritual with Elarion, the overwhelming sense of unease that followed me like a shadow. I couldn't sleep. It wasn't just the physical exhaustion weighing me down; it was the mental fatigue, the haunting images from my dream that lingered, clinging to me like a veil of dread.

That cracked sky. The darkness. Lucian's cold eyes. And the whispered words—"You let it in."

I buried my face in my pillow, hoping the comfort of the fabric would somehow erase the feelings gnawing at my chest. But the more I tried to push it all away, the stronger it came back. Was the crack in the sky real? My heart pounded harder in my chest, the unsettling thought creeping forward like an unstoppable wave.