Nova's POV
I should've been over it by now.
It had been two weeks.
Two weeks since Eldur vanished like smoke between my fingers. Two weeks since I sat by the moonflowers, hoping he'd just appear in that dramatic way of his—long coat, eyes like a storm, voice that tasted like a secret.
But he didn't come.
And I started to wonder if I had made him up.
You know when someone's presence is so intense, so otherworldly, that when they're gone, reality starts to feel… cheap? That was Eldur. He didn't just walk into a room—he bent the air around him. When he left, the air stopped bending. It just… existed. Flat and ordinary.
I was back to being plain old Nova.
Well—just Nova with a not-so-tiny catch: my monster of an ex-boyfriend had popped back into my life like the world's worst sequel no one asked for.
Jimmy.
Yeah. That Jimmy.
