“No.” My voice was hoarse but firm.
Ethan's gaze snapped back to mine with a frown. I could feel the tension in the way his body coiled, ready to strike.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe past the lingering haze of pain. “It wasn’t an external attack,” I whispered.
Silence followed once again. I let it linger because how exactly was I supposed to explain that my sorceress side had manifested as an entity in my mind and it was strong enough to harm me physically?
Ethan’s grip flexed, his control razor-thin. I could see it in the way his jaw tightened, in the flicker of something unreadable behind his dark eyes. He was anxious.
I licked my lips, forcing the words out. “It was me,” I admitted. “It happened in my dream.”
The weight of their gazes pressed in on me.
“Explain,” E
