8Alex's head began pounding once again, as if the very mention of Reylor make her blood rush, but she wretched her hand out of his, her rage rising.
If Treyan sensed her discomfort, he didn’t show any signs as he continued to press his point. “This is beyond you hearing him in your apartment—you’re acting like you’ve seen him before. Like you’ve met him.” He peered at her a moment longer. “As if you’re scared of him.”
His voice was harsh, panicked, and urgent, and she took a defensive step away. He said don’t tell him her dreams, but did that involve those within them as well? “No, I’ve never met him,” she finally admitted once she found her voice.
"But you have seen him." Not a question.
“I don't know if I've seen him, in person, per say, but—”
Treyan cut her off. “Where?”
Alex kne
