55| The Loss

Having coffee was a bad idea, a very bad idea. Serena lay wide awake, her heart still drumming in her chest. She gazed at the ceiling or rather at the small nightlights that dotted each corner of the ceiling. But Dorian had offered so hopefully. She sighed and turned to her side, the light from the corridor spilt inside the room through the slight gap between the door. She kept staring at the light. She took solace from the fact that he was just a few steps away. Yet again, she gasped, when did she see him as her saviour? 

Maybe when he saved you from the faes, a voice at the back of her mind murmured. 

The truth was she was scared to fall asleep again. What if the nightmare came back? What if this time it was worse and she embarrassed herself again...like she did when she was at the Whites’. She bit her lower lip. The way she had attacked them when