CASSANDRA
The dream began just like many others before it.
I knelt on the floor, begging the intruder to see Asher until my throat was raw. But the soldiers never listened.
Their faces were black, undiscernible no matter how much I stared at them. They were like shadows, mocking my every word, my every whimper, my every cry.
As my voice caught in my throat, one of the shadow men took a step forward and gripped my arm. He pulled me harshly to my feet, gripped my face, and pried my mouth open. I kicked and kicked, but the effort was useless. The shadow man forced a liquid down my throat, and as it streamed into my mouth, I began to gag. It was cold and harsh and burned every bit of the way down.
My mind started to swirl as the room spun around me. I collapsed to the cold ground and froz
