Mira
The next night, I didn’t sleep any better.
The dream was the same. The flowers, the snowstorm, the burning skin, and the way she’d looked into me like I was trash that needed to be taken out.
Strangely, though, I didn’t remember experiencing it before when I was in the dream. It was just as fresh and bizarre as it had been the first time. And the pain of watching Valen touch another woman still hurt just as bad.
When I woke up, sweating and panting, I screamed into a pillow.
I hated that it made my heart ache. I felt like a fool for being jealous of his previous relationship. I didn’t want to disrespect the dead, either.
But something about that woman made my skin crawl.
Once I’d calmed down, I dragged myself into the bathroom. I grimaced as I looked at m
