Dylan lay beside me like a living anchor, warm and steady and breathing in that slow, even way that made the room feel smaller in a comforting way. Or maybe I was just losing my mind and appreciating a man whose eyes sometimes glowed like a predator’s in the dark. Who can say at this point?Either way, exhaustion finally won. I slid down back into sleep, tucked in the dip between his shoulder and the mattress, careful not to overthink the fact that this cottage was “ours,” not just mine.And the second sleep took me— Magic hit like a freight train.********The darkness didn’t stay empty for long.It filled. Fast. Like something had been waiting just offstage, practically vibrating with anticipation, the moment my consciousness dipped again.She returns.The Gate breathes.Wake her. Wake her. Wake—“Okay, Jesus, subtlety is dead,” I muttered in the dream, because I was obviously lucid enough to sass the afterlife, but not enough to escape it.The whispers paused. Subtlety died long be
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