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Chapter forty-nine: Blood Memories

Author: Favour Isaac
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-09 08:29:35

THELMA'S POV

I couldn't sleep.

While the others rested, I found myself drawn back to the stream where I'd made the water dance. The pre-dawn air was cold against my skin, but I barely felt it. Something inside me was burning—not painfully, but insistently. Like a door inside my chest trying to open.

I knelt by the water again, letting my fingers trail through it. The patterns came easier this time. Spirals and symbols that felt older than language. The water responded to my touch like it recognized me, like it had been waiting.

"You shouldn't be out here alone."

I turned to find Meridith approaching, her silver-streaked hair loose around her shoulders. She looked tired—genuinely tired, not just old. Like carrying seventy years of secrets had finally caught up with her.

"Couldn't sleep," I said. "Too much in my head."

"The eighth life," she said, sitting beside me. "It's not just changing your abilities. It's changing your perception. Making you aware of things you weren't meant to se
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