Ravenna's POV
The room was too quiet, a hollow void that seemed to swallow the echo of my own frantic heartbeat completely.
I jolted awake, my chest heaving, the smell of dirt and decay still clogging my nostrils. Sweat clung to my temples, my palms were cold and clammy, and trembling slightly. My throat burned, parched and raw, as if the nightmare had killed me from the inside out.
For a confusing moment, the silk sheets beneath me blurred with the oppressive shadows of the dream, and I couldn't tell if I was still trapped in that darker world or finally awake in this one.
The nightmare had been a familiar painting of old fears, woven together with cruel precision and cold patience. Diana's laughter echoed in my head, that same cruel, high-pitched sound from our childhood th
