Phoebe
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I gasped, sitting up so fast that my head spun.
My body was drenched in sweat, and my fists clenched tightly.
I was back.
I placed a hand on my chest, trying to calm my raging heart as my breaths came out in ragged bursts.
The shock was still evident in my body, as I trembled slightly.
The dream clung to me like a hungry baby waiting for its mother. I nearly lost my life too.
A chill ran down my spine at that thought.
It had felt so real, the wedding, the shadows, the terror and the fact that I almost died, but a wave of relief flooded me.
I was out of that horror land.
My eyes darted to Kaene. He was stirring in his sleep, and the frown on his face deepened.
I wondered what sort of nightmare he was having. I silently prayed to the moon goddess that he had the strength to wake up from whatever he was facing.
I stood up, stepping out of the candles. It had gone off.
My candles were the only ones that had died, probably because I was awake.
