Chapter Fifty-Two: The Dreamscape
Kaida
I slept peacefully through the night until I didn’t. The dream changed from something fanciful and meaningless to something purposeful. Something that felt…wrong.
Lord Vance’s dreamscapes had become familiar over the months. Caelum’s world was full of cold precision. Everything was perfectly arranged from the candelabras to the framed artwork on the wall. This was different. This was familiar in a way that made my skin prickle.
It was one of the camp sites where we had passed the night.
Not exactly — dreamscapes were never exact — but the shape of it was right. The rock shelf. The circle of stones around the firepit. The impressions on the ground where we had slept next to the fire.
It was empty, but I could sense that Vance had been here. He
