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Why had I dreamt about him so clearly, when I hadnβt seen him in three years? It made no sense. But I knew my mind was trying to tell me something, as it always is. The dreams are always strange messages, sometimes potentially dangerous, others light and almost comical. The boy I had seen in my mind was one I had left three years ago with the intention of never seeing again. Now I knew better. If it were up to me, the unspeakable Jason Lance would stay in the past. But it seemed the dreams had
The women gargled, her throat ripped jaggedly. A line stretched from under her ear across her neck. Blood slowly dripped at first, then sped up. Tears ran down her face, her eyes screaming the horror her mouth couldn't. Her weakened fingers grazed his cloak. Her body slacked as her eyes started to dull, she looked up at the man who slit her throat. His eyes seemed to pierce the dark ally, the harsh silver irises calling for her soul.