Lyanna's POV
The pain hit me like a lightning strike.
One second I was standing beside Cassian, watching guards take Ember to safety. The next, my head felt like it was splitting open from the inside.
"Lyanna?" Cassian's voice sounded far away. "What's wrong?"
I couldn't answer. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think past the pain exploding behind my eyes.
Images crashed through my mind. Not mine. Never mine.
A battlefield soaked in blood. Dragons falling from the sky, their wings torn and burning. Screams in languages I shouldn't understand but somehow did.
"No," I gasped, holding my head. "Stop. Stop!"
Hands—not my hands, rougher, scarred—gripping a sword. Swinging at shadows that moved like live nightmares. Beside me, a young man with golden eyes and red hair. Cassian? But different. Younger. Wilder.
"Make it stop!" I was screaming now. "Get out of my head!"
Cassian grabbed my shoulders. "Lyanna, talk to me!"
But I couldn't see him anymore. The visions swallowed everything.
