Chapter 47

I dreamed of Zevius.

He looked exactly as I remembered: standing by the lake at dawn, frost glittering on the surface, his breath a

white mist in the cold air as he stretched.

When he noticed me, he tilted his head and grinned.

“Well, if it isn’t our beloved Paige. Spacing out again?”

The scar across his cheek made him look a little fierce, but his eyes were full of warmth.

I tugged at the hem of my dress.