Sebastian~
It's funny, really—being technically dead and all, but somehow I've never felt more alive than I do now.
Ever since Jacob laced his old, soul-deep magic into Cassandra's aura, it was like watching her step out of a grayscale painting and back into full-blown color. She smiled more—not the polite, brittle curve of her lips I'd grown used to, but something brighter. Real. Her smile used to be a flicker of sunlight. Now? It was the whole damn sun. She laughed more too, and the sound didn't come out strained or hollow. It was light. Effortless. Music.
She stopped waking up in the middle of the night, breathless and wild-eyed, like her dreams were clawing her from the inside. The dagger she used to keep tucked in her boot just to go downstairs for a glass of water gathered dust now. That's how I knew she wasn't just surviving anymore. She was healing.
