Vladimir Randall
My feet carried me deeper into the forest, further away from the Grand Lair and all that was familiar. My heart felt so heavy with guilt, like a weight I could not bear to carry. Tears were threatening to spill from my burning eyes, but I forced them back down.
I could hardly breathe- the pain and sadness were too much for me to bear. The pain of knowing I had hurt Greta, who had always been so kind and patient with me. The pain of knowing that I had almost killed her in my dream.
Are you sure it was just a dream? an insistent voice nagged inside my brain. You saw everything. It was real. What you did was real, Vladimir.
SHUT THE f**k UP! I told the voice, a fierce growl working in my throat.
With every step, I resisted looking back at the Grand Lair, where I knew Gr
