The transition from the back seat of the armored truck to the dream realm was instantaneous, but the familiarity of the landscape offered no comfort. I was standing in the exact same desolate, misty field that had haunted my sleep for weeks. The heavy gray fog clung to my ankles, and the suffocating silence pressed against my ears like a physical weight.
I was so incredibly done with being hunted in my own mind.
Taking a deep, anchoring breath, I clenched my teeth, my patience completely snapping. "Show yourself!" I yelled into the empty expanse, my voice echoing off the invisible boundaries of the dream. "I am getting tired of this!"
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of my own breathing. Then, a low, smooth voice slid out of the fog, vibrating with an eerie amusement.
