Invidian's POV
"'I have no emotions.' What a lie."
I blink a few times and turn my head to find myself sitting next to Henley, in her apartment. She focuses on a game of Jenga on the table. She folds her tongue over her lip in concentration, carefully sliding out a block from the base. She silently cheers when it doesn't knock anything over. It takes a moment to realise this is a dream. She sits back with a self-satisfied grin before she turns to me.
I don't dare to move. I don't dare to breathe. What is this? Am I back in Purgatory again or is this a dream? I scan the room, finding it as realistic as if it could be Purgatory. She turns to me with a smirk.
"I guess neither of us expected any of us to be in this kind of situation," she drawls.
My chest clenches but I quickly remind mys
