The alcove was cold, the wind finding its way through the ancient stones, whistling softly through the narrow gaps, but I did not feel it. I sat beside Kaelen on the stone bench, his arm around my shoulders, my head on his chest. The confession had begun, the truth finally flowing from my lips like water from a broken dam, and I could not stop it now. I had revealed my identity to him: Selene Astrid, the Saint, the woman who had perished on a battlefield and received a second chance. I had told him about Cassian's betrayal, about the blade that had found my heart, and about the death I had died in another life.
Now I had to tell him the rest.
"The vision," I said, my voice barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the wind. "The reason I came north."
Kaelen's hand tightened on my shoulder, his fingers warm even through the thick wool of my cloak. "Tell me."
