His face is unreadable. He just stares at me, blinking. I stare back until I’m once again too tired and too heartbroken to look athim. Flashes of that night we spent together before either of us knew anything about each other stab through my brain and makeeverything hurt worse. So much worse.
Why couldn’t he just let me go?
I don’t know how long we stay like that. I don’t even remember falling asleep. But I must, because my dreams get less horribleand I’m vaguely aware of being wrapped up in a weighted blanket on something soft. Every time I struggle against a lesserdemon in my nightmares, the blanket tucks tighter around me and the demon scurries away. I can’t make sense of any of it, but Idon’t have the energy to even care.
The last dream I remember is of Willow, laughing and
