After an afternoon of cheesy American movies dubbed in Chinese, and then a night of thankfully dreamless sleep, I felt like myself again. The fatigue was gone from my bones. The bags under my eyes had packed up and left. But my heart was still heavy from the absence of Zane, and my spirit was still weary from the residue of the dreams of Epsilon and Vau.
I refused to remember the safety and security I’d felt from the other man in my dreams. After all, his arrival in the dream was what had turned it into a nightmare. It wasn’t until his strong arms were holding me tight that I heard the screams. Whatever we’d had in the past, I’d forgotten it for a reason and I needed to remember that.
Loren and I spent the morning trudging around the main street of the city. There wasn’t much to see. Whe
