Thalina sat cross-legged on her bed, arms folded, face scrunched up in deep frustration. Ever since that dream, fragments of it kept haunting her like an annoying jigsaw puzzle she couldn't solve.
That mysterious man kept repeating Mother of Universes, like, what the hell did that have to do with her? Was she supposed to start birthing galaxies now?
She let out a groan, dragging her fingers through her blue hair, before throwing herself back onto the bed dramatically.
As if that wasn't enough, that stupid Jaguar, Zorath, had the audacity—the sheer nerve—to demand she move in with him.
Move in? With him?
Her hands shot up in exasperation. She had been perfectly fine before she met him! In fact, her life was peaceful before he came into it like some overgrown house cat.
And his excuse? I only want you to move in with me so you'll always be safe.
Pfft.
