CALEB POV
The rush of memories hit me like a sledgehammer to the brain. I was Caleb Silver, but I was also Samuel the Scholar who'd lived in ancient Egypt. And Thomas the Librarian who'd saved books during a great fire. And hundreds of other lives, all crashing together in my head.
But instead of sinking in the chaos like my brothers, something clicked into place. All those ages of studying, learning, and remembering - they weren't destroying my mind. They were making it stronger.
"Focus on the books," I mumbled to myself, using a trick I'd learned in my fifth lifetime as a monk. "Find the pattern."
While Aiden and Brock writhed on the ground, lost in their jumbled memories, I sorted through mine like organizing a huge library. Each lifetime was a different book, and I was the librarian who knew where everything belonged.
"Caleb!" Lily called out frantically. "Are you okay?"
