"You have really been f*****g with my dreams this whole time, haven't you?" I snap.
"Well, that's one way to put it." Kenneth laughs and puffs his cigar.
"How much of it is real? The saving me from the drowning ... and-and the monsters and the cliff!"
"Wait... what cliff?" Kenneth mouth drops open."You didn't tell me about the cliff."
'It doesn't matter." The angel snips over his shoulder.
"The dreams are real, Brea. I-"
I raise my hand in the air and cut off his sentence. There is nothing I want to hear from him. Nothing can make up for what he has done.
"You were f*****g with my dreams! You probably weren't even really saving me! I bet you did all this bullshit to set me up, so I would come here. , didn't you!"
"Are you going to let me speak?" The angel raises his eyebrow and
