Dominic
The healer’s waiting room smelled faintly of salt and crushed herbs. The windows overlooked the cliffs, and beyond them, the endless expanse of the sea. I sat with my arms folded, legs stretched out, trying to ignore the ache in my chest that had nothing to do with my health.
Well, perhaps it did a bit, but it had gotten better since spending that time with Renee. I should’ve been focused on the appointment—on whatever tests they were going to run, or the pain that had been flaring beneath my ribs ever since the ravine. But instead, my thoughts kept drifting to her.
Renee and the woman I had been chasing in my dream. So much of me was hoping that we were the same person. It felt like after all of this, it would be a blessing.
At least with Renee, I could trust that she wasn't
