NEXT MORNING]
Lylah gasped awake from her sleep, her body drenched in sweat as she sat up.
The damn dream again—haunting her. And the most annoying part? She still couldn't remember what it was about, but it was terrifying… it felt close and unpredictable.
And just like every time Arianna came to her mind immediately after.
Could the dream be about her?
Lylah groaned as her head throbbed, so badly that her vision blurred for a moment. Her stomach twisted with nausea.
A hangover?
But she had no ale last night during the celebration. Why did her body feel as though she had downed a full gallon?
She looked up, to her room wondering how she got in here last night.
Her door suddenly swung open. The jovial female warrior from last night stood in the doorway.
“Why are you up so late?
