Before I pried open an eye, I thought I was riding a wild horse through a vast, open field, the wind whipping against my face, making me feel weightless and free. The dream felt so real, as if I were soaring, the ground a distant memory beneath the pounding hooves. But as my heavy eyelids reluctantly parted, the vivid illusion faded, and reality anchored me. I was not riding a horse. Instead, I was nestled against Jason’s chest, his arms gripping me firmly, securing me as he moved with supernatural speed, his powerful strides turning the world into a blur around us.
The river ahead loomed wide and fast, glistening in the twilight, its waters reflecting the bruised hues of the sky. Jason’s vampiric strength was almost unreal, his pace unrelenting as he leapt from one uneven surface to anot
