Kara
The nightmare didn’t just wake me. It shattered me.
I jolted upright in the cold tent, heart hammering like a beast desperate to escape my chest. My skin prickled with a fire I couldn’t douse, silver roots crawling beneath my flesh like they wanted to strangle me from the inside out.
The fae queen’s cruel laughter echoed in my ears, a cold, mocking sound that burrowed into my bones. “You belong to me.”
I swallowed hard, trying to claw back the sinking dread. But the weight of it pressed down, relentlessly.
The tent walls felt too close, stifling. I needed air. Anything to escape the echo of that voice.
I slipped out of the tent. The night air bit at my skin, sharp and clean, filling my lungs with cold clarity. The stars scattered, distant and cold as the queen’s laughter.
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