Chapter Thirty-Eight
When I find myself back in the real world of my car ride, I could swear I’ve just witnessed thousands of hours of violence.
Damn.
Vlad has clearly watched too many revenge movies and excessive amounts of torture porn. Some of the stuff in those visions could’ve easily come from John Wick, The Punisher, Hostel, Kill Bill, and Saw, just to name a few.
And what was the deal with all that gasoline? Also, why was he—
“Sweetie, are you okay?” the driver asks me. “You turned white all of a sudden.”
“I dozed off and had a nightmare,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I’ll be fine.”
The traffic in front of us is dissipating, so the driver speeds up, leaving me in peace.
Closing my eyes, I even out my breathing until I can brave Headspace again.
Do I dare get more visions of Vla
