Lucien could still see the vision.
Burning cities.
Broken crowns.
Seraphina lying motionless.
Caelan swallowed by darkness.
Lyra screaming his name.
And himself sitting upon a black throne.
He blinked rapidly.
The vision disappeared.
But the fear remained.
"Lucien?"
Seraphina's voice brought him back.
He looked at her.
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"I'm just tired."
The Eternal King studied him carefully.
"You're lying."
Lucien turned toward...