The medication Liam had so carefully inspected worked with a cruel efficiency. By the time the sedan pulled into the iron gates of the estate, the world felt soft at the edges, the sharp corners of my anxiety sanded down into a dull, manageable thrum. I didn't even wait for dinner. I told the housekeeper I had a lingering headache and retreated to the bedroom, collapsing onto the silk duvet.
I fell into sleep like a stone dropped into a well.
The dream started with silence. I was standing in the grand foyer of our home, but the proportions were wrong. The ceilings were miles high, and the shadows in the corners seemed to breathe. Then I heard it—a heavy, wet thudding against the marble floors. Something massive was moving in the dark.
I ran. My bare feet slapped against the cold stone a
