The sun dipped below the mountains, painting the sky in streaks of bloody red.
I stood on the edge of camp, staring at the horizon where Willowbrook lay—now a graveyard, thanks to the Dream Eater. My hands shook, not from cold, but from fear.
Erica’s arm was still bandaged, the purple toxin had faded, but it was not gone.
Helena had warned that it might leave permanent damage to her sight.
“Thinking about her?” Kael’s voice came from behind me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.
His warmth seeped through my armor, a welcome contrast to the chill in my bones.
“Who else?” I leaned into him, closing my eyes.
“I should’ve seen it coming. Should’ve mapped all the seals faster.”
“It’s not your fault.” He kissed the top of my head.
“The Dream E
