BRIAR’S POV
I suddenly become aware of my entire body, waking up from a dream that feels distant and far away, yet I have the faint feeling that it was about Mom.
Her gentle hands held me tightly as she hummed a lullaby in my ears. Her smile was sweet and warm.
I don’t want to wake up from the dream, yet I’m forced into consciousness.
The first feeling that greets me is the pain in my body, which settles in with the memory of everything that transpired before I blacked out from exhaustion.
I’m still whole.
Back then, I was so sure I’d be ripped to pieces, prepared to drag her down to the pits of hell with me, but I’m alive.
I open my eyes and stare at an unfamiliar yet oddly familiar ceiling—wide and vast. I’m definitely not in my room.
Could it be the vault room again?
It’s
