Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
The lip darkened, then softened, turning from cold marble to warm, living flesh beneath my touch.
Panic flared.
I stumbled backward, clutching my bleeding hand. “No… this is just a dream. Just a dream.”
I turned and hurried deeper into the cave, searching for an exit. The torchlight grew dimmer. My bare feet slapped against cool stone. Behind me, I heard it — a single, sharp crack, like stone breaking.
I froze.
Slowly, I turned back.
The golden chains were snapping one by one. The statue’s head lifted. Burning golden eyes opened and locked directly onto me.