Chapter Eight
Morning had Sydney fighting her sheets as she struggled to sit up, gasping for breath. She felt whole, her skin normal. She stared down at her light brown hands. Colour normal. She tried to slow her breathing. It had only been a dream.
“Sydney?”
She looked over to where Corrin stood in the doorway of the ensuite. He wore a pair of jeans, his hair damp and loose around his shoulders. “I’m okay.”
Corrin continued to stare at her for a moment before he nodded. “Is there somewhere I can train?”
“Train?” A frown creased her brow.
“With my sword.”
Sydney shook her head. “No. At least I don’t think so.” She glanced at her alarm clock. It was just after eight. “It depends if my parents are home. But then, I don’t know how long they’ll be gone either.” She slumped back against
