I pulled myself out of the dream violently, the connection snapping as I forced my consciousness back into my own body. I gasped, sitting up in bed like I'd been drowning. My heart was pounding, sweat soaking through my shirt.
The man's words echoed in my head. "This choice is mine." Said with such certainty, such peace. Like he'd discovered some fundamental truth instead of being infected with a belief that would kill him.
I checked the time on my phone. Three in the morning. I'd been inside his mind for almost an hour, way longer than Gia had recommended. My head throbbed with a dull ache that felt like it was coming from somewhere deeper than my skull.
Sleep was impossible after that. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying what I'd seen. No invading presence, no obvious corru
