After a brief reunion with Will and Annabelle after dinner, after they'd returned to Exton from Dalston Lake, I was laying in my bed in my oh-so familiar room, once again.
But I couldn't sleep.
I felt restless, and since the day of the wedding that wasn't unusual. I still had flashbacks about what had happened, still had doubts and fears. I knew that I would heal from it eventually, but I still had questions and things still seemed uncertain in some ways.
I stare at the ceiling and sigh. I turn my head toward Freya and hear the soft sounds of her sleeping. She had been dreaming. I'd heard her mumble Ollie's name a few times, and it had made me smile. Aside from the dreams of the Fae realm that weren't really dreams at all, I didn't dream.
Maybe because since I arrived here, its all
