Stanley’s POV
"Flora!" I screamed, my voice thick with rage and disbelief.
She turned to look at me, her face contorted in shock, and just as our eyes met—
I woke up.
My breath came in short gasps as I shot up from the bed, my heart pounding against my chest. Sweat clung to my forehead, and the remnants of the dream still lingered in my mind. I rubbed my temples, cursing under my breath.
It was just a dream.
A damn dream.
But why the hell was I still thinking about her? Why was she still tormenting me even in my sleep?
I glanced at the clock. It was the middle of the night, yet sleep had completely abandoned me. With a frustrated sigh, I threw off the duvet, got out of bed, and stepped into the surprisingly bright hallway.
As I walked past Flora’s room, I instinctively slowed my s
