DANIEL'S POV
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I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to find peace in sleep. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on my mind, and the guilt gnawed at my conscience. As I closed my eyes, I was met with haunting images that seemed to blur the line between dream and reality.
In the darkness of my mind, Lucas's face appeared before me, his accusing eyes boring into my soul. Blood seemed to stain my hands, a reminder of the decision I had made to protect our secret. The dream felt so real, and I couldn't escape the feeling of dread that washed over me.
In the dream, I saw myself chasing Lucas through the woods, desperation driving me to catch him before he could expose our alliance with Katerina. Every time I reached out to grab him, he slipped through my
