Elora’s POV
The first thing I felt was pain. Unfiltered, brutal, everywhere, grinding down through bone and muscle, like I had been chewed up and spat out by something with too many teeth. My arm pulsed where fangs had shredded skin. My ribs were on fire. Even my eyelids hurt. Figure that one out. Moving seemed like an actual joke. I just sort of floated there, somewhere between knocked-out cold and half-awake, pinned under the weight of it.
And then, of course, came the dreams. Like the universe playing a movie for me.
Bright hall. The walls are practically glowing. Gold banners, the whole royal-epic vibe, like someone hired all the angels. Way at the end: the throne, glittering, way too majestic for my taste, honestly. And standing right beside it? Dominic. In full hero pose. Back st
