Zuri
She refused to open her eyes. If she did, it meant this nightmare was real.
Comfortable was she, with the nightmares that stayed in her imagination. Dreams about being chased, being cut, even the one where someone tried to eat her…
Those, she could handle once the sunlight hit her face. This one was new, but it was so, so real.
The strong smell of mildew and rust permeated in the air. It was damp and cold around her, and the burning sensation of silver around her ankles and wrists.
And her neck.
She once thought she got a silver bracelet from Anya. No, the woman was far too classy, apparently, and actually got her white gold. A gift she treasured, but refused to wear until after someone came to their senses.
No, he need not be in her dreams now. This nigh
