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“Unless you just wanted to gossip about how delusional she is for requesting something like that.” Delusional? I leaned my back against the chair. “Is it completely a bad idea?” I asked, chewing my pinky finger. Lucien scoffed bitterly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you being serious right now?” He asked, his eyes burning with anger. I swallowed hard. “I mean, it’ll solve all the problems. I’ll leave here and you won’t have to worry about protecting me or my secret.” He looked at me like I had just said the most ridiculous thing on earth. “What is even wrong with you, Halle? Can you hear yourself?”

But I felt nothing but dread. I sat back on the bed. “Thank you, Lira.” She hesitated. “Are you all right?” I shook my head. “No. I had a dream. About Lucien. He was hurt. Bleeding. Calling my name. I couldn’t reach him.” Lira sat beside me. “It was just a dream.” I looked at her. “Was it? Or is he hurt? Is he in trouble? Because of me?” She took my hand. “We don’t know. But you can’t let it break you. You need to be strong. For Sara. For yourself.”

If it wasn’t a hallucination, then I was still asleep in my room at the Villa, resting from Jasper’s assault. “Dreaming.” I mumbled to myself. “I’m dreaming.” “You’re not dreaming.” Lucius said wryly. “This is a lucid dream.” I nodded to myself. “I’ll wake up any moment now.” The corner of his lips quirked up, revealing more of his fangs. I felt my knees grow weak. “Oh, shit.” Lucius watched me with curiosity. “For someone so smart, you can be incredibly thick at times.” He pinched my cheek. The sting made me jerk. I hissed. “There. It wouldn’t have hurt if you were dreaming.”

He wanted Flynn to be comfortable in his presence, not the opposite. Lucas had noticed the fire when he was scrolling through Netflix and had gone past it as quickly as possible to stop Flynn from noticing, but he could tell that it had been in vain. Flynn had seen it and he had guessed he was panicking. The sinful hot chocolate and all the handholding had been his attempts at distracting Flynn and trying to reassure him that everything was all right. They had seemed to work as Flynn had left him looking quite content. It had been naive of him to think he had succeeded with just that. Nightmares and dreams had different rules to normal thoughts. Things that your brain didn’t seem to notice o

Luciana's eyes dropped, her shoulders sagging slightly as she replied, “She’s still in a vegetative state.” Emily's face fell, her eyes welling up with empathy. “I got your emails and texts. Did you talk to your dad about the nightmares?” Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Luciana shook her head lightly, her eyes avoiding Emily's. For months now, Luciana has been constantly having dreams of being kidnapped by a masked man and taken to a strange house. At first, she thought it was the result of her overthinking about her mother’s condition and her state of financial crisis.

“But this is not a mild condition. Look at her.” Lucian’s eyes shifted to the bed. “She didn’t take one,” Jake added quietly. “She took almost everything there.” Lucian said nothing. “Imagine that much in her system at once,” Jake continued. “The body doesn’t just calm down. It breaks.” A long silence followed. “We can’t remove it now,” Jake said. “It’s already in her system. That’s why she’s not waking up.” Lucian leaned back, staring ahead. “When used properly, it still causes damage,” Jake went on. “Memory loss. Confusion. Loss of control. Sometimes worse.”

“You always forget to suppress them when you're excited. Like a divine golden retriever with a god complex.” Yin pouted. “It’s hard! I’m biologically fluffy!” Shu ignored that and went back to the bigger issue—the cosmic disaster looming over all their heads like a flaming celestial lawsuit. “Anyway,” Shu said, voice sharpening, “you have to find out what her ability is. If Nexus was wrong—if he handed the role to a completely unawakened mortal—we’re all screwed.” “Dramatically, or—?” “Dramatically AND literally,” Shu snapped. “If the Moon hears about this, she’ll skin Nexus, bury me under an avalanche of lunar bureaucracy, and probably turn you into a decorative scarf for his temple guards.

LUCIANA : good morning Ares ARES : how was your sleep? She replies quickly. LUCIANA : it was good and yours? How do I tell her that I can't sleep, and when I do I'm haunted my monsters or that I have been diagnosed with insomnia and whenever I close my eyes if it isn't the monsters I am dreaming about its her that appears in my dreams so instead I reply with something more mediocre. ARES: it was good as well. Soo coffee?

After all, the nightmare did make me feel sort of ill. “To be honest, I’ve been having a strange nightmare lately and because of that I haven’t been sleeping well…” I started to explain to him. “Do you want to tell me about your dream?” Lucien asked gently. If Natalia is having nightmares on repeat it might be linked to her fear. Perhaps I should get a skilled psychiatrist to help her? Lucien thought to himself silently.

But frankly, that wasn't the only reason why I couldn't ask for his help. I couldn't bring myself to trouble him again. I'm well aware that he is busy preparing for the football game in two days, and I don't want to disturb his focus. “Stephanie,” I said, lowering my voice as though the very words could shatter the moment, “can I ask you something?” “Yeah, absolutely! What is it?” She replied, her curiosity piqued. “What does it mean when you consequently have lucid erotic dreams about someone?” I blurted out to Stephanie, my voice a mix of confusion and curiosity. She just wide-eyed stared at me like I had gone crazy.