Chapter Eleven
The nightmare
I was disoriented and lost. Idris was holding me while I tried to breathe. Avianna couldn’t believe it herself; she was using her internal voice to communicate with me. This wasn’t happening for real, or maybe I was still dreaming. The image of a soaked Nicolas flashed through my mind. We should have stayed away from her so this wouldn’t have happened.
I could smell Idris’s scent on me. He was touching me, and he had this strange way of destressing me.
“What are you even talking about?” I asked. “She couldn’t have been taken by the Dark Ones. She is a human.” I was refusing to even consider it as a possibility. Idris was staring at me in the darkness. I must have fallen asleep earlier on; the clock on the bedside table was showing almost 11:00 p.m.
I kept
