"We need to find a dream interpreter," Damian said firmly, pacing before the fireplace in his chamber. "Something about these dreams... Feels heavier than just a nightmare."
Leila sat across from him, her hands wrapped around a warm mug, silent for a moment.
"You're right," Virelle agreed, leaning forward. "Dreams like that don’t come without meaning."
Leila shook her head. "We should find an interpreter, but I don’t want Liam involved in this."
Damian paused. "Why not? He should know."
“Because if my dreams are true, then everything we just fought for might still be at risk.” She continued.
"I saw the tool it took on him when Selene wasn’t healing," she added. "He couldn’t sleep. He hardly ate. He blames himself for every scratch she gets. He deserves this happiness without shadows
