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I stated in a heartbeat. “I don't trust that boy, Luke at all, whatever he prescribed for you I think you should trash it. I don't want something to happen to you, just take the potions, it is going to help with your nightmares, trust me nightmares don't just fade away they get worse. I am telling you as someone who has already had nightmares before in the past. It is only going to make you weak and you will start to feel hallucinations”

“You think this is just trauma?” “I think you’re exhausted,” he said carefully. “You haven’t been sleeping. Your mind is trying to process too much.” I covered my mouth with my hands. “What if it’s not just trauma?” I whispered. Lucien didn’t answer immediately. That scared me more than if he had laughed. I sank into a chair. “My nightmares are changing,” I said. “They’re not just memories anymore. They’re possibilities.” He knelt in front of me. “We will not let that happen,” he said firmly.

“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.

Lucas tried to focus on the file he was working on but his mind kept drifting off to a certain woman who was out there, probably having a wild night, emptying bottles of alcohol and yelling on the dance floor. Or maybe, grinding on a few youngsters. His fingers that were dancing on his keyboard paused in midair. His brows were joined as he imagined the worst-case scenario. The worst that could happen was her sleeping off in a gutter or amongst trash bags. Right. He nodded, but still—

the darkness parted and Arabella stepped through leaving behind the scent of vanilla and roses. Lucians dreams caused him to call out. “Bella … Bella, where are you?” Morning found Lucian lying on his back on the wooden floor snoring loudly at the ceiling. A groan left his lips as he rolled to his side. Curses poured out as he sat up and held his head. For just a minute his dreams swarmed around him like a child’s merry-go-round, then they were gone. A thousand jack hammers pounded in his head making him nauseous. Swallowing hard, he tried to capture the dreams as they turned to smoke. The harder he tried to remember the harder his head hurt.

Malachi stared at Hamilton cooly, at the flippant way that he'd brushed off his confession. Hamilton continued quickly. "Dreams are dangerous, man. They're not real, but they get stuck in your head. Wriggle themselves into your mind and make you think they're real. They make you worried and grow sick over nothing." Malachi heard his words but discounted them. "I have a feeling about this, Hamil. This isn't just nothing. I've had the same dream, over and over, every so often for a few weeks. It can't just be meaningless."

Her eyelids flutter but don't open. "What did she say?" Sarah asks. I lean closer to listen. "Something about Tony Stark. She's still having those fantasy dreams." "Even now? While she's dying?" "Mercury affects the brain's ability to distinguish reality from imagination. She probably thinks her coma dreams were real memories." Sarah stands up and looks down at Lily with something that might be a pity. "She looks so young when she sleeps. Like a child." "Don't get sentimental now. We're too close to the end."

Alice’s voice is full of concern, “Is everything okay?” “Do you know what this is?” I ask, showing her the picture. Alice shakes her head before handing it back to me. Realizing I’m starting to worry Alice, I ask, “What put an end to the dreams?” Alice shrugs, “One day, the doctor said she was fine and made enough progress. That Tru may have bad dreams on occasion, but they won’t be nightly. For some reason, Tru’s brain processes things differently, and it isn’t anything concerning.” Alice looks up at me, and I see worry pass in her eyes, “You don’t think differently of Tru, do you? She’s not dangerous or crazy or anything like that.”

BLAZE* "A dream I had about you and me a couple of months ago," I said, and Lyra gasped next to me. "You, you had a dream about us," Lyra asked, and she sat up, with surprise written all over her face. "I call it a dream, but it was so vivid, and it felt so real. Researchers call it lucid dreaming, I think. I'm so glad that you are back. I've been working myself to the bone to keep from going nuts," I said.

"After everything I just told you? I'm... I'm evil, Hazel. I dream about hurting innocent people just to make others suffer." I pulled back slightly, holding his face between my hands. "Listen to me, Lucian. You're not evil. You're human. Having dark thoughts doesn't make you a monster - acting on them would, and you haven't. You've carried this pain alone for so long, but you don't have to anymore." "But what if I do act on them someday?" His eyes searched mine, desperate for reassurance. "What if I snap and become exactly what my birth parents feared?"