Chapter 8

Lunette’s POV

He banged the door behind him, and I flinched slightly. I didn't move until it sounded like he was suitably far away and he wasn't coming back before I tugged on my nightdress and then moved to the bed.

I fell into bed almost immediately, marveling at the way I sank into the covers like it was a cotton cloud. My eyes flickered close just as quickly.

I didn't dream much that night, not as much as I usually did, until maybe close to dawn when the flickering dawn lights filtered in through the curtains over my face, seeming like a haze.

I was walking in a garden; it was a little cold outside, but the flowers were blooming—all of them, the roses and the lilies, the marigolds too.

I walked along the field leaning in to smell the flowers; it was almost intoxicating. I blinked rapidly, reaching to touch the roses. I flinched when something pricked at my fingers, drawing them away. Blood splashed onto the flower petals. Dark red on pale white flowers.

Then I heard the growling