ZAMORA’S POVFor a second, I couldn’t move. The image from my nightmare, his hand on my throat, the dagger slicing into my stomach, still burned in my mind. And there he was, sitting in the dark like a shadow given form, eyes still glowing faintly in that crimson color. He looked more like a handsome and harmless devil.My voice caught in my throat before I managed to speak.“I-I think so,” I whispered, though the tremor in my words betrayed the lie.His gaze didn’t shift. “You screamed like someone was killing you, or tried to kill you. Did you have a nightmare?” he said flatly, his tone holding no softness. “And with the way you're acting, I ask you, was it me?”The question sliced through me. He truly was the devil. He saw right through everything.“I..” My mouth went dry. “It was just a dream.”“Was it me?” he asked again, but this time, his voice was low, dangerous.I swallowed, gripping the blanket tighter. “Yes.”He leaned forward in the chair, resting his forearms on his knees
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