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Chapter Eighteen - Told
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Luxiana Sommeris“Oh, this?” Damien’s voice was nonchalant, but his battered appearance said otherwise. He sauntered toward me, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips despite the bruises marring his sharp features. “I had a little chat with some people in the faction. Let’s say their opinions didn’t sit well with me, so we ended up... settling things physically,” he added.His casual tone didn’t mask the fresh bruises scattered across his arms and neck, the deep hues of purples and blues stark against his pale skin. They were so vivid, so raw, that just looking at them sent a pang of discomfort straight to my chest. The sight made me uneasy—made me hate seeing him like this, though I couldn’t pinpoint why.I wanted to trust his explanation, to take his words at face value, but doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind. My earlier conversation with Anton replayed in my head, his words laced with unease. They had planted a seed of suspicion I couldn’t shake.Was Damien telling the truth?
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Luxiana SommerisI couldn’t concentrate on what Damien was telling me about Morpheus. His words seemed to blur into the background as my thoughts fixated on the sensation of his hands against my back—broad, warm, and infinitely skilled in their movement.Those hands. They were good at everything they did, weren’t they? Was there anything Damien couldn’t excel at? The thought frustrated me, yet it was impossible to deny the ease with which he coaxed tension from my muscles. I wanted to tell him to stop, to end this torment of touch that both soothed and unsettled me, but the words never came. Instead, I remained still, hyperaware of the way his fingers worked their magic.As his hands slowly traveled downward, tracing the sides of my torso, I felt the faintest graze near the curve of my chest where my body pressed into the mattress of the bed.My breath hitched, and I bit my lower lip, startled by the wave of pleasure that coursed through me. Was it the warmth of the oil on his hand
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Luxiana Sommeris“Looks like someone had a rough night,” came a familiar voice, cutting through the fog of my thoughts. Startled, I looked up to see Anton leaning casually against the counter, his arms crossed and a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His posture was relaxed, but a glint of curiosity in his eyes made it clear he was already forming his own conclusions about my disheveled state.“Good morning to you, Anton,” I said, smiling politely despite the unease within me.“Good morning—and let me guess,” he continued with a teasing lilt, “nothing too intimate happened, judging by that look on your face.”His words were lighthearted, his tone deliberately mischievous, but they hit closer to the truth than I cared to admit. For a moment, I stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or roll my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad,” I replied, organizing the books with deliberate care. “We talked, actually. It felt...like we were getting to know each other. He even asked me questions about myse
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Luxiana SommerisDamien nodded thoughtfully, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Dreams,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “are mirrors to the soul, reflecting the emotions that dominate both your conscious and subconscious mind.”“Humans rarely linger in one emotion for long, so whatever is strongest within you—fear, desire, sorrow, joy—that’s what the dream realm manifests,” he added.He stepped closer now, his presence casting a gentle shadow over me. His dark eyes locked with mine, and there was an intensity there, a quiet kind of wisdom that reminded me how little I truly understood about his world. “But you,” he continued, his voice softening, “are different. You walk the line between worlds. Your power gives you the ability to shape dreams and mold them into what they need to be. That’s a gift—but also a responsibility.”Damien paused, his gaze flickering to the book still in my hands. “You must be careful, Xiana,” he added, his tone carrying a quiet warn
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Luxiana SommerisDamien and I couldn’t continue our conversation because, as soon as those words left his lips, he vanished into thin air, leaving me alone with my thoughts.I’m unsure why he disappeared so abruptly, and his sudden departure gnawed at my mind. I waited, hoping he might return, but before I knew it, the night faded, and the morning light woke me from my restless slumber. Questions swirled in my head—had something happened to him? Was he in danger? And then there were his words, cryptic and unsettling, echoing in my thoughts.What place was I supposed to envision in my dreams using my power? How was I supposed to channel something so abstract? The idea filled me with a nervous energy, teetering between doubt and determination. Could I really do something like this? Perhaps there was no harm in trying, but the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my shoulders.“Did he do something to you last night?”I nearly jumped at the voice that suddenly broke through my thoug
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Luxiana Sommeris“Oh wow, this place is incredible, Xiana.” I heard Damien say, his voice unusually cheerful and almost sounded like he was in awe.It was a tone I wasn’t accustomed to hearing from him, one that felt oddly out of place but still welcome.I opened my eyes, blinking as the breathtaking scene before us unfolded. We stood at the mountain's peak, surrounded by a sea of towering trees that swayed gently in the cool breeze. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the faint, earthy scent of pine. But the view wasn’t the only thing that stole my breath away. Near the edge of the cliff, bathed in the warm, golden hues of the setting sun, was a picnic mat laid out with meticulous care. The sunlight danced across the horizon, its fiery glow painting the sky in amber, pink, and purple shades. The entire setting felt impossibly romantic like something pulled straight from the depths of a dream. For a moment, I couldn’t help but glance down at my hands, tracing the edges of my fin
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Luxiana Sommeris“Earth to Luxiana!” Anton’s voice erupted in my ear, jolting me from my reverie. I blinked rapidly, my surroundings slowly coming into focus—the familiar walls of the office, the faint hum of computers, the scattered papers on my desk. Though I was at work, it felt like I’d been light-years away. Last night’s encounter with Damien lingered in my thoughts, stirring a sensation in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it unsettled me all the same. Something about it gnawed at me, leaving me feeling unsteady as if the ground beneath my feet had shifted and I was the last to notice.I couldn’t believe I’d managed to get myself to work in one piece. My mind was a tangled web, every thread leading back to him. Damien. His name echoed in my thoughts like a haunting melody I couldn’t shake.“Xiana? Seriously, what’s going on? Did something bad happen?” Anton’s voice softened, his usual teasing laced with genuine concern.I tore my ga
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Luxiana SommerisWe had dinner at this elegant restaurant Margaret had reserved for the occasion. Ten of us were seated around the long rectangular table, each person positioned in a way that made conversation both inviting and a bit daunting for someone like me.Most of the attendees were colleagues I rarely saw in person. Many of them worked from home, handling tasks like accounting and payroll, and visited the library only once or twice a week. One man, quiet and focused, was responsible for the technical side of library operations—a vital but often unseen role.Margaret had also invited our janitor and janitress, a thoughtful gesture to recognize their efforts. They were the ones who ensured that every morning, the library was spotless and welcoming for all of us. Their presence added warmth to the gathering, a reminder of how everyone’s contribution mattered, no matter their role.I knew their names—I'd heard them enough times to commit them to memory—but starting a conversatio
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Luxiana Sommeris“We’ll camp here for the night,” Damien announced after finding a dark cave nestled between two jagged cliffs, its mouth yawning like an endless void. Shadows curled inward, and the further I looked, the more it seemed to stretch forever, as if it led to another world entirely.I glanced around, half-expecting a bear to lumber out from the darkness. The sky beyond the cave was painted in soft shades of pink salmon, slowly fading into lavender as dusk settled. Tiny stars began to blink into view, scattered like diamonds across a deepening canvas.“You can use your power to make a fire,” Damien said, his voice steady as he turned toward the cave’s entrance. “I’ll go gather some firewood.”“No need,” I replied, lifting my hand. “I can summon both the fire and the wood right here. Just stay with me.” I snapped my fingers, and just like that, a gentle flame flickered to life, dancing warmly in the growing chill of evening. He was always right—it really was easier when I
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Luxiana Sommeris“I have to allow them to do things to him,” Lilith said, her voice quiet but steady, as if trying to cushion the blow about to land. “It’s part of my duty, as queen of this faction.”“But… I thought it was because he crossed into the waking realm that they came to us,” I murmured, the fragments of understanding inside my mind colliding, sharp and disjointed, refusing to fall into place.“That’s part of it,” she acknowledged with a faint nod, her gaze unreadable. “But the truth is—they’ve been watching him for quite some time now. Watching both of you.” She paused then, as if weighing her next words with great care. When she spoke again, each syllable dropped like a stone. “Someday, you two will have to part. Do you think you’ll be able to accept that?”We... have to?The question lodged in my chest like a thorn, buried deep and aching, unmoving. I parted my lips, trying to form words, trying to respond, but nothing came out. My voice had abandoned me.I couldn’t say
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Luxiana SommerisThe wind outside had begun to howl, curling against the windows in long, eerie sighs, as though the very air sensed what was coming. It whispered secrets I wasn’t ready to hear, murmuring truths only the night could carry.The remnants of my dream clung to me like a second skin—cold, damp, and far too real. No warmth in the waking world could chase away the chill it left behind. Damien stood quietly at the edge of the room, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw tight. He didn’t have to say anything for me to know he felt it too—that strange pull in the atmosphere, the subtle shift that warned of danger ahead.“You’re sure about this?” he asked again, his voice a low rumble, edged with dread.“I have to be,” I murmured, fingers tightening around the heavy cloak wrapped around my shoulders. It was more for comfort than protection. “No one else can do this.”“She wants me for a reason,” I continued, moistening my lower lip with the edge of my tongue. “I’ll use that. I’ll u
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Luxiana Sommeris“W-What happened to you?” I asked, my voice trembling as my eyes scanned him from head to toe. Something about him seemed… incomplete—like pieces were missing, pieces that shouldn't be.Damien caught the way I stared and tried to lighten the atmosphere between us. “Oh, this?” he said casually, gesturing to his arm or what remained of it. “I lost an arm… and a few fingers. But don’t worry, I’m working on growing them back.”“W-What?” I stammered, struggling to wrap my head around his words. “Why would you—was it because you went to the waking realm?” My voice dropped as I slowly began to walk toward him, heart pounding.My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I took in the rest of him. His fingers—some of them were gone. And his limbs… it was like they had only just begun to regenerate, raw and unfinished. My chest ached, and before I knew it, hot tears were streaming down my face without warning or permission.He didn’t say a word. Instead, he stepped forward and pulled
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Luxiana SommerisI didn’t go home. Not until Elijah opened his eyes. Something was unsettling about watching someone lie unconscious in a hospital bed—so still, so silent, the steady beeping of machines the only confirmation that life still lingered within them. I stayed by his side, curled into the stiff hospital chair, watching the way his chest rose and fell. I listened to the sterile hum of the fluorescent lights and counted the cracks on the tiled ceiling just to keep myself grounded. I refused to leave. I refused to let him wake up alone.When he finally did, it was slow—his eyes fluttering open like he wasn’t sure if the nightmare had truly ended. And when his gaze landed on me, the dam broke. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as he reached for me like a drowning man catching hold of a lifeline.“You brought me back,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. “I was trapped… and it was your voice, your presence… that pulled me out. I came back because of y
