Aaron didn't know when he sank into the dream world.
He had long dreams, like clips from camera photography, intercepted one by one, and tying everything together from the past.
He dreamed of his parents dying, gagged and pinned behind a dark door, watching hot blood poured into a cup as they drew his family's blood for fun.
What an ugly face that was.
He dreamed that he was being dragged out of the house and that the people around him were being killed one by one.
He dreamed of Wilson's back as he determinedly drew his enemies away, of guards standing in his way, having their throats torn out by sharp claws until they died, one eye unclosed.
He dreamed of the day he rushed to the throne, when he killed his enemy with his own hands, watched his own uncle's blood pour all over the thr
