Chapter 63: The First Vision
The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers. The room was bathed in deep shadows.
I woke up to the sound of humming.
It was a low sound. It was deep and vibrating. It sounded like the earth itself was singing.
I sat up in bed. The sheets beside me were cold. Victor was not there.
I looked toward the window.
Victor stood there with Lyra in his arms. He was rocking her gently. He was staring out at the snowy mountains while the moonlight framed his silhouette.
He did not know I was awake.
I watched him for a moment. He looked so lonely standing there. He was a creature of ice living in a world of warmth. He could not sleep. He could not dream. He just existed in the endless quiet of the night.
"Victor?" I whispered.
He turned slowly. His movements
