“Tell me you’re not seeing what I’m seeing.” I blinked just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. “Well…” “There’s no way, Cas,” he said, his voice turning sharp and strained. “None. That, right there.” He jabbed a finger in the direction we stared. “Is impossible.” It should be. But it wasn’t. Because we were both looking west, watching the sun rise above the Stroud Sea, where it should have been setting by day’s end—not rising now. “What the fuck?” Kieran whispered.
