The warmth returned. The same flicker of golden light from the treasure. The same stir in the air. The scent of old stone and ancient dust mixed with something faintly floral—something she never noticed before the loop began. But this time, it was louder.
That ringing in her chest.
A pressure in her soul, like something straining to break through. The queen blinked slowly, her eyes flicking around the chamber, heart pounding. Her breath caught in her throat. It was all…too familiar. The exact angle of the sarcophagus lid. The way Liam shifted his weight. The pulse in the treasure's core. Every piece of it—it felt rehearsed. It felt played out.
Again.
She didn't know how she knew, but she knew.
