AMBER POV
I’d awoken with a gasp, my body drenched in sweat, my breath shallow and quick. But the strangest thing? The moment Autumn had spoken my name—*Amber*, her voice had been clear and strong, and I wasn’t asleep anymore. I had been awake, lying in my bed, still trembling with the remnants of the dream.
I ran a hand through my tangled hair, trying to shake off the feeling of disorientation.
*"Nice dream, huh?"* Autumn’s voice was playful, almost mocking, but there was no malice. She was like... a friend already, even though we’d just met in this new, strange way.
I smiled, hearing her in my mind again. *"You could’ve gone a little easier on me, you know. I thought I was going to die of fear."*
*"Nah. You’re tough. Besides, who could resist the thrill of a little chase?"*
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