Cambri
No one came for us, and Kate and I slept most of the day recovering from the training with Freya. The day quickly turned back to night, and I took a quick shower and lay back on the bed's edge. It's the first time I have gotten a decent sleep in weeks with the exhausting dreams if that's what you want to call them. My pent-up emotions from the last few weeks flood over me, and I feel warm droplets start to spill over my cheeks.
I stifle my tears and drift into a dream-filled sleep—another night dreaming of the mysterious, attractive man who keeps finding his way into my dreams. Except what starts as a sweet dream quickly fades into a nightmare. I feel a tugging in my mind like a string stretched to its breaking point. It pulls me in the opposite direction of where I want to go.
