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beautifully carved white stone wheels set into the earth facing each other, each the height of three grown men, sparkling in the daylight as if coated in diamonds.
    It was all so strange and beautiful that for a long, breathless moment she couldn’t look away.
    “Where am I?” she whispered.
    “Welcome to the Sanctuary, princess.”
    Her head whipped back in the direction of the trees to see that a young man now approached. She fought to rise to her feet as quickly as possible, scrambling back from him a few steps.
    “Stay back!” He’d surprised her, and her heart now beat like a wild thing trapped in her chest. “Don’t come any closer.”
    “I mean you no harm.”
    Why would she believe him? She clenched her fist and summoned fire magic. Her hand burst into flame.
    “I don’t know you. Stop right where you are or I swear I will defend myself!”
    He did as she asked, now only five paces from her. He cocked his head and studied her hand as if fascinated. “Fire magic is the most unpredictable piece of
elementia
. You should be careful how you choose to wield it.”
    “And you should be careful whom you approach unannounced if you don’t want to get burned.”
    She tried to sound calm, but he had taken her by surprise. Now all she could do was stare at the single most beautiful boy she’d seen in her entire life. Tall and lean, with golden skin, his hair burnished bronze, his eyes the color of dark silver. He wore a loose white shirt and white pants and he stood barefoot upon the soft, shimmering grass.
    “I witnessed what you did to the witch when your powers fully awakened,” he said casually, as if they were having a regular conversation. “The king’s mistress tried to force you to use your
elementia
in her presence. You reduced her to ash.”
    She felt a wave of nausea at the mention of Sabina’s horrific death. The stench of burning flesh still haunted her. “How is it possible you witnessed such a thing?”
    “You’d be surprised what I know about you, princess.” His voice was liquid gold, and it caused a shiver to race through her. “My name is Alexius. I am one of those known to mortals as Watchers. I’ve . . .
watched
over you since you were an infant.”
    “Watcher.” The word caught in her throat and her gaze snapped to his. “You’re a
Watcher
?”
    “Yes.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t believe in such stories.”
    “They’re not stories.” He frowned. “Well, I suppose they
are
stories, but that doesn’t mean they’re not true. Believe me, princess, I’m very real. Every bit as real as you are.”
    Impossible. He was far too
unreal
, just as this meadow was. She’d never seen anything like him before in her life.
    She kept her fist clenched and burning. “And this place? You said it’s the Sanctuary?”
    He glanced around before his gaze again locked with hers. “This is only a copy of what my home looks like. I’m visiting you in your dreams. I needed to see you, to introduce myself, and to tell you that I can be of assistance to you. I have wanted to do this for so long, but I’m very happy to finally meet you face-to-face.”
    Then he smiled—such a genuine, open, beautiful smile—and Lucia’s heart skipped a beat.
    No. She couldn’t let herself be distracted by such things. Her head swam with what he’d said so far, and his very presence had her off-balance.
    In Limeros, only books that held facts, that held solid truths, were permitted by the king in the palace to educate his children. But Lucia had been born with a desire for knowledge of all kinds, beyond that which was allowed. She’d managed to get her hands on forbidden childhood storybooks, in which she’d learned the legends of Watchers and the Sanctuary. She’d read the stories about their ability to enter the dreams of mortals. But that was all they were—only stories.
    This couldn’t be real. Could it?
    “If you’ve watched over me for as long as you say—” It seemed utterly