Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
I didn’t even bother with my slippers, my mind was hazy.
It’s the same thing every night.
The woods, that spot by the waterfall.
I keep seeing it in my dreams.
My hand, tightly held by the man walking next to me.
I see the path we take.
I need to see it. I need to go.
My feet hit the wet mud, but I didn’t care. The dream from tonight jolted me awake, my heart pounding, this vicious need building inside my head, this throbbing sensation that won’t go away until I see it, until I know.
My thoughts are a tangled mess. I can’t distinguish one from the other. The only prominent thought in my mind is to find that waterfall again. Robert took me there. I know where it is. I have to find that rock, that cave, the one from my dreams.
The urge was especially stron
