7
I'd fallen on my ass in front of everyone. But I wasn't in the lunchroom of a preppy boarding school. Nor was I standing before the moat of a dilapidated medieval castle. I was in a tomb, being yanked up by the hair. The man yanking me was tall, broad, and super strong. He was Immortal, like my best friend.
In the dream, I heard Nia shouting my name. Her face was contorted in horror. But not like when I spilled wine on her silk blouse. When that had happened she'd had a controlled anger as she contemplated how to murder me with her bare hands. Now, her face was a helpless anger as she watched me about to be murdered at someone else's hands.
I felt the dagger abrade my skin. The ripping across my chest felt like my heart was breaking. But my mind was on the blood that spilled down Nia'
