Chapter 256: When Memory Bleeds Through
Lysander stood beside Sophia's bedside, watching the silent tears sliding down her flushed cheeks. The firelight flickered against the sheen of sweat on her skin, illuminating the tremors that rippled across her body. Her fingers twitched weakly, as though grasping something in a place far removed from this room.
Then she murmured again — another apology, softer but soaked with something raw. Something that scraped against Orion's chest like a blade drawn slowly across bone.
Lysander exhaled through his nose. "This… this is a high fever hallucination."
His voice was calm, steady, but there was a weight there too. The kind of weight that comes from knowing exactly what he was seeing — and knowing Orion was about to hate every word.
Orion swallowed, his brows furrowing deeply. "Explain."
Lysander nodded. He rested two fingers against Sophia's wrist, checking her pulse, then drew his hand back.
