I’d thought the dreams couldn’t get worse. But they did.
I was drowning in the images. I couldn’t breathe and my heart was breaking.
Dastien was with Imogene.
Her gaze met mine as I saw them across campus. He was kissing her.
His back was to me.
It was worse than a punch to the gut. There was no more air in my lungs. It burned and I couldn’t get a breath in.
This was why people cut themselves off from love. This was it. I knew it. It was worse than anything I’d ever felt and I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the images changed.
I blinked and we were back in Imogene’s room. It was a sty, as always.
Clothes piled everywhere. Clean mixed with dirty.
She was putting on her gold necklace; Dastien had given it to her and it had triggered a vision f
