IVY I woke up with a start, my heart racing and my skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. In the dream, a man had approached me. His face was blurred, like looking through foggy glass, but his voice was clear. He said something important. I could hear the tone — gentle, urgent, full of feeling — but the words slipped away the moment my eyes opened. He reached out and grabbed my hand, his grip warm and familiar. Then everything went black, and I was back in the big, quiet room. I sat up quickly, breathing hard. The morning light was soft through the curtains, but it did nothing to calm the strange ache in my chest. Before I could collect my thoughts, I noticed Cassian already sitting beside the bed. He was holding my hand gently, his thumb stroking the back of it in slow circles. The touch was comforting, but it also made me feel awkward. I pulled my hand back a little, adjusting the blanket over my lap. “Hey, are you okay?” Cassian asked, his voice soft and full of concern. “Di
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