NORA
I didn’t tell him I was awake.
When Logan got out of bed and walked to the balcony, I stayed still, eyes closed, breathing slow, like I was asleep.
But my heart was racing, and my skin was still cold from the dream that gripped me just moments before. I didn’t want him to know how shaken I was. Not yet. I didn’t want to add to the weight I could already feel on his shoulders.
But Goddess… it was getting worse.
This time, the dream didn’t just show fire or shadows. This time, I saw Logan, bloody, bruised, reaching for me while I stood trapped behind a wall of silver. No matter how loud I screamed, he couldn’t hear me. And just when he got close enough to touch me, someone pulled him back into the dark. I never saw their face. Only their hands, claws digging into his chest.
I sho
