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When the Sakura iced tea arrived, Viper took a sip. "You don’t want to get drunk tonight?" he asked. "Nope. I’m having lewd dreams about her," he said, sipping through the straw. "It’s very painful, you know." He turned back to Miss Porcher. "What?" she asked innocently. "Dreaming of someone who rejects me over and over again. It’s painful here." He pointed to his chest. "But the most painful part is having erotic lucid dreams." The barman laughed while Miss Porcher flushed in embarrassment. She shook her head and finished her martini.

Lilan's POV For the past few weeks, I've been having these strange dreams, they were so vivid that it felt like instead of dreams they were realities, or rather, memories. And every time I wake up from them or even think about them my head would start throbbing so badly, way worse than when I totally get wasted. and ever since then, I've been taking these pills to help with the throbbing, though it did help me momentarily, it would suddenly make these daydreams about sorcerers, werewolves, and some dark lord shit and my head would start throbbing again from it.

I explained. “Well, let's hope it isn't a bad omen or some evil vision…” Lucien chuckled now. “We don't want anymore conflicts for the time being and I for one still need time to recover from the last one…” “No, I don't think it's that serious…” I replied, my head down and disappointed. The words a reflection of what I felt truly. The images had looked real, they seemed real, and I had thought they were real. But I guess they actually weren't that serious…

If misused, it could easily shatter a person's mental stability and even cause lasting psychological damage. Lucian was insane to use something like this on her. Curled on the cold floor, the young woman clutched her head and trembled uncontrollably. She muttered repeatedly, "Don't think of bad things. Don't—" She told herself to think of something happy.

“That’s the third incident in two months, Lucien. First the clinic fire where she walked out without a burn. Then the blackout where she predicted the generator would fail. Now this. You still think her powers aren’t waking up?” Lucien didn’t answer immediately. He walked to the bar, poured two fingers of whiskey, then turned, sipping slowly. “I thought we had more time,” he muttered, eyes distant. “She’s not ready. She doesn’t remember anything.” Kade frowned. “The dreams might’ve started too.” Lucien stiffened. “She’s dreaming of the fire again, isn’t she?” Kade added. “She will,” Lucien murmured. “And when she does, it’ll break her.”

Jake didn’t have to ask to know he hadn’t processed a word. "No," Lucas finally muttered, his voice low and rough. "Nothing that makes sense." Jake crossed the room, dropping into the chair across from his brother. He rubbed a hand over his face and then through his hair, still damp with sweat. "Lila was asleep when I got back," he said quietly. "I didn’t want to wake her." Lucas nodded once, slowly. "She needs the rest. We all do." Jake leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "But these… dreams, flashes—I don’t even know what to call them. They’re getting stronger."

"Lucian, I think you should consider all possibilities. Just because..." "Lucas, you know I'm a wolf," Lucian interrupted, his voice filled with frustration. "We wolves aren't heavy sleepers. I would wake up if a needle dropped, but that night she left, until she packed all her stuff, I didn't even move. I woke up late the next morning, as if I had been drugged. The strangest part is that wolves don't get drunk, nor do drugs have any effect on us. But... but something happened, Lucas." Lucian raised his hands in frustration, his voice trailing off.

“I think it was okay when we were in the lab, but as soon as we got near the shipping containers and then definitely the shiny room—nothing.” “Phones and mics were dead too,” Brody added. “So possibly this metal could have something to do with it.” Gray scratched his head and looked around the room. “Anyone ever have a problem with their abilities going on the fritz?” “Water interferes with mine.” Smithy informed them. “Distance and underground shuts Jennah and I down.” Dom looked over at Joslee. Joslee shook his head. “I have never had an issue yet, but then I don’t use mine as often as the rest of you.” No one questioned why knowing his nakedness would limit where he could do it.

“But the room… it felt like a place I’ve been.” Lucian leaned back, his gaze softening. “Your mind’s healing,” he said gently. “Dreams are how it tries to make sense of missing pieces. It’s normal for them to feel real, even if they aren’t.” I said nothing. He added, “That familiarity could be borrowed. From places you’ve seen, stories you’ve heard. Dreams don’t have to mean anything.” “But what if they do?” I asked, more to myself than him. Lucian shook his head. “A sigil. A stabbed man. A baby you don’t know. Your brain’s trying to fill in blanks. You’re reaching for something familiar.”

That must be it. Why are you hurting your head thinking about this? This was nothing but a dream, woman. A dream will not harm you at all. It's just a product of your overactive imagination. Don't give all meaning to it. Did he just return from war? “Lucius!” I called, but there was a voice coming from my mouth. I called him again, but it was still the same. What the heck was wrong? This was a dream, Sandy. Even if Lucius was murdered right in front of you, do not give too much reaction. It’s just a dream. When you wake up, Lucius was there. Scolding you again.