Taylor
Jolted from sleep, my heart pounded erratically. My mind fogged over from my restless slumber, sweat beading down my forehead as I tried to catch my breath. The remnants of my crazy dream still lingered in my mind, its images swirling like a chaotic storm brewing off the coast of some small island.
Balder. The name lingered on my lips. A man—no, a god—had come to see me. A god who claimed to be my father. I wanted more than anything to dismiss the entire thing, chalking it up to an overactive imagination, but I couldn’t.
The urgency to tell Tatum what had happened far surpassed anything else I could want in that moment.
Twisted within the sheets and blankets of my bed, I untangled myself and rushed towards the door. I threw it open and stormed across the hall to speak with Tatu
