CHAPTER 6: THE SLEEPWALKER'S GRAVE

Sabrina woke to an empty bed and the scent of upturned earth.

She found Julian in the graveyard, his bare chest streaked with mud, his fingers bloodied from digging. The hole at his feet revealed:

A child-sized coffin (too small to be Lyra's)

Frayed blue ribbons (Sabrina's, from her childhood)

A wedding band (inscribed Elias & Marianne)

"Julian," Sabrina whispered, stepping closer.

He turned, his eyes black from edge to edge, his voice layered with the grove's whispers:

"We forgot her. We left her alone."

Sabrina reached for him—

—and the ground surged upward, burying Julian to his waist in writhing roots. They coiled around his torso, his throat, his mouth—

Kissing him.

Caressing him.

Claiming him.

Sabrina screamed, tearing at the roots, her wedding band searing her flesh. The moment her sap-blood hit the ground, the roots recoiled, freeing Julian.

He collapsed against her, his breath ragged, his lips stained violet.

"She's coming back," he gasped. "The first Lyra. The one the grove really wanted."