Mila's POV*While unconscious, I dream.I see them meeting for the first time in a library. My father, young and handsome, helping my mother reach a book from a high shelf. "Here, let me help you," he says, his voice gentle and kind."Thank you," she smiles, and when their fingers brush as he hands her the book, I see the spark between them.The warmth of love glows between them like sunlight. It's wholesome, calm, and I feel it like my own heartbeat. The same way I feel about Ethan and Kai.They sit together at a table, talking quietly about the books they're reading. He makes her laugh, and she touches his hand when she does."I've never met anyone like you," he tells her."Nor I you," she whispers back.But then the dream shifts violently.I'm on a battlefield. Blood everywhere. Bodies scattered across muddy ground. The air smells like smoke and death.My mother is screaming his name, tears streaming down her face as a man is cut down by soldiers in black armor."Brandon! No!"She
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