[Violet]
Sometimes, I fall into these strange, waking dreams. Moments where reality blurs and I'm not quite sure if I'm awake or drifting through someone else's nightmare. The air grows heavy and dense and I can't move—trapped in my own body. Voices echo around me, overlapping like static, and though I can't quite understand the words, I know—somehow—they're deciding my fate.
BZZZZZZ.
My phone vibrated against the nightstand, snapping me out of the haze. A message lit up the screen.
>>Today. By midnight.
I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, before typing back with steady fingers.
>>Don't get caught.
Over the past week, Fenrick had been tutoring Lucien—coaching him through names, faces, and personal histories he couldn't remember. It kept both of them occupied
