VALERIE
I didn’t dream anymore.
At least, not dreams that belonged to me.
I would lie still in bed, eyes shut, but something else would open them from inside. My fingers would move on their own. I’d hear laughter — my laughter — echoing from somewhere just behind my ribs. When I woke, the sheets would be torn. My throat hoarse. Sometimes… I’d be somewhere else entirely. After the dungeon, everything changed. I had spoken in his voice and the silence that followed was louder than screams.
Jason watched me from the doorway that morning, unsure whether to approach. The others had argued all night. Dorian pacing like a caged predator, Jasper rubbing his temples in silence. Rose demanding they not act in fear, while Dorian all but snarled that I should be sealed in a warded room. I didn’t m
