Constance finally released me from the infirmary when she saw that I wasn’t going to talk about the dream.
I needed Fire-Cain. That was f*****g messed up, but I wasn’t going to cry about it.
What happened in that dream cabin changed me. I didn’t think it was possible to succumb completely. My aunt brought me back before it happened, but that darkness left a mark.
One that would spread like a virus. I would become dark. It was time to just accept it. To look forward to finally being free. The dark wasn’t so bad. I just had to make peace with it.
For the next few days, the students and all the professors were wary around me.
I didn’t understand why.
I thought I’d just dreamt, until I discovered the truth from Irene.
“You sure?” I asked.
She nodded. “What did you dream about, Blake?”
