Aria's pov
In my dreams, I stood in a barren place surrounded by unfamiliar faces.
People moved in silence, carrying something heavy that I couldn't see clearly.
Then Clara appeared, pointing at me with fury." What you've taken won't last," she hissed.
The next moment, blood covered my hands and the ground beneath me.
I woke with a start, my heart pounding, the echo of her voice still ringing in my ears.
It wasn't the first time I'd dreamed of standing in a pool of blood.
The nightmare had started coming back again and again, always showing the same unfamiliar woman.
After waking, sleep refused to return.
I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling while pieces of the dream flickered behind my eyes.
Damien liked to keep the room cold, about sixty-two degrees, c
