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Valentina caused the curse and strife between the four of us.
I never knew if her actions were intentional, especially when they always seemed innocent. Her intent never seemed malicious, but it always resulted in a terrible outcome.
But my brain’s never been able to riddle out what she’d gain from doing so.
A scream rends the air, and a sickening feeling dances through my stomach as I freeze.
Silver.
Chapter 36
Silver
The man has fangs.Not only that, but they’re dripping with blood. His eyes look so familiar, but I can’t place his face.
There’s a woman in his grasp, and her hair is damp with her blood. The dripping on the ground below was nearly audible.
“I do this to protect you. I will do what I must to protect you.” His words are imprinted in my brain.
My feet are so cold, and a shiver works through me, culminating in my spine. When I give it power and allow it to pass, the man is gone.
So is the bloody woman.
Looking around, I cover my chest with my arms, wishing I had a jacket or something to keep me warm. There’s no one.
I’m alone.
The surrounding woods are thick, and I don’t understand how he could’ve moved as fast as he did.
My cold feet slosh through wet muck, and my eyes turn downward, freezing on the puddle of blood they’re standing in.
My scream curdles through the still night, sending birds from trees and silence from the air.
“Silver!” a voice yells, but it’s not here.
It’s beyond.
Beyond me. Beyond understanding.
“Silver! Wake up!”
I gasp awake, sitting up as the same chill in my dream causes me to shiver. Jasper is in front of me, his red eyes filled with concern.
“What was that? Are you alright?” His hands on my shoulders are the only thing keeping me from closing my eyes and traveling back.
“It was a dream,” I realize out loud.
“It was. You’re alright now,” he soothes, tucking me into him as he gets on the bed.
“You came back?”
He spoons behind me, and his warmth chases away the lingering cold from the dream. “I did. Lowell couldn’t… he had to go, so he sent me to watch you. I heard you screaming.”
I was screaming?
My eyes are fixed on the opposing wall. I count all the imperfections in the wallpaper and follow the angles of what looks to be a water stain on its surface.
“Will you tell me about it?” he whispers, his breath doing funny things to my insides.
