Why did I ask him that? That’s none of my business; I’m surprised he told me he was having them at all!
“I mean, they’re not vivid. It’s just flashing purple lights and pain. At the end I’m running, and then I wake up.” He ran his hand through his hair and looked at the ground.
He’s having nightmares about the night he was hexed? That can’t be good. The air was thick with tension, and he looked as awkward as I felt.
“I dream about the witch in the woods. At the end, she reveals herself. It’s always someone I know. Some nights it’s Patricia, Gran, Chrys, Katrina, or Rhonda.” I chewed my lip while I contemplated what to do. We both need to be well rested; who knows when we’ll have to fight her? He was slumped over, and his eyes were red and drooped.
“Fine. You can come up. But no more sh
