Prologue
They always kissed me like I didn't know what it meant.
And maybe I didn't. Not then.
Seraphina touched my face like I'd vanish.
Liora kissed my neck like I was hers before I knew what belonging was.
Calista held my hand and promised to steal me away, even though I was already wrapped around their fingers.
I was small once. Helpless. Soft in a world that moved too fast. I cried when I first remembered I'd already lived—and died. That I'd once built cities with my mind and been buried by my own brilliance.
But in this life, there was no concrete. Only gardens. Velvet couches. Champagne I was too young to sip.
And them. Always them.
When I fell, they caught me.
Again and again and again.