There was a feeling in her chest—a gathering snarl of certainty and dread—that these events concerned themselves with the fate of the world, somehow. It all felt so fucking significant. She was no Foreseer, and yet, somehow, she knew that she and Levan were at the center of something enormous and devastating, something that would end in mutual ruin. Something that would not just unmake them both—it would unmake everything. Of course, it was very possible she was just in love.
