Gloss POV I woke up in Dream’s arms with my cheek pressed against his chest, the slow rise and fall of his breathing pulling me back into consciousness. For a moment, everything felt peaceful. The world was quiet, still, warm. His heartbeat thudded softly beneath my ear, steady, grounding, familiar. I blinked, feeling the weight of my own fatigue like someone had poured sand behind my eyes. But the second I shifted, trying to sit up, something twisted in my head, a sharp, slicing ripple of light. A flash. A voice. A name that didn’t belong to this world. My breath hitched. My fingers curled into Dream’s hospital shirt as pain lanced down the back of my skull. I didn’t recognize the ceiling. I didn’t recognize the bed. And for an instant, horrifyingly, I didn’t recognize myself. Dream stirred beneath me, his arm tightening around my waist. “Gloss,” he murmured, half-asleep, his voice rough, warm, steady. “You’re awake.” Gloss. The name hit something in me, familiar, but suddenly
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