THERON POV I was dreaming again. Falling fast, weightless, untethered. For a second, I thought I was flying, but it wasn’t flight. It was freefall. Below me stretched a bottomless field of black. I reached instinctively, pulled a handle, and my body jolted as a parachute tore open above me. I slowed, jerking hard to one side, but I still couldn’t see the ground only endless darkness. And then impact. I gasped awake. My eyes flew open as I sucked in air like a man drowning. I was lying on a narrow bed in a stark, sterile room. A tube ran from my arm to an IV bag. Across the room, a woman entered and offered a dry smile. “Another nightmare?” she asked as she walked to the drip stand and swapped out the empty bag. Her name was Opaline Kinross. She’d told me that two days ago, just after I first woke up. She was the doctor who ran this private clinic. I was her anonymous patient washed ashore unconscious, found by fishermen, nameless and broken. A stranger. And yet, despite
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