I gasped awake in bed, holding on to my throat, where I had been stabbed in my dreams. My body was covered in sweat, my nightgown clinging to my damp skin.
Oh, Goddess, oh Goddess.
You're fine, you're fine, I chanted to myself as I tried to control my erratic breathing.
The room was silent, but the weight of the dream pressed down on me, making it feel suffocating.
"Who's there?!" I blurted out as I suddenly heard the handle of the door being touched.
The door opened, and Agnar stepped in, his footsteps as quiet as that of a cat.
"It's me," he said, his voice low.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you."
"No, you didn’t. I wasn’t asleep."
There was a pause before he asked, "You okay?"
"Y-yes. I just had a terrible dream."
In the dream, Roman had torn open my stomach and pul
