A sudden rush of nausea hit me, the cold from his touch sinking deeper into my bones. I wobbled and my vision began ti swim.
What the heck was happening?
He caught my chin, tilting my face up to his.
"You will understand soon enough," he whispered. "Rest now, my child. You are not yet ready."
His eyes glowed impossibly bright, swallowing my vision whole.
Before I knew it, I blinked and I was back in my room, the darkness of the night thicker than ever.
I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my body surging upright so fast I nearly flung myself off the bed. My heart was pounding in my chest so wildly, I could hear it in my ears and my skin was clammy with sweat.
My room.
I was in my room.
The air was filled with the scent of old wood and wet fabric. The familiar creak of the floorboards beneath my mattress, the moonlight casting beams through the wooden slats of my window—it was all the same.
Dios mío. It was just a dream.
