Beneath the Sleepless Stars

'Wait? For what?' His words formed a mist in the shrouds of rain between us. His voice was hard as flint, daring me to ignite his pain, yet it was I who scorched to life at the sound of it. I had yearned to hear him speak, only to find now the sound was so achingly familiar.
I opened my longing lips to whisper, 'Me...'

Sapphira is haunted by cryptic dreams of a nameless stranger, whose past she inherently senses is somehow intertwined with her own. As the truth of her heritage begins to unvei...