RION POV The papers on my desk blurred, my eyelids drooping. Sleep was a desperate need, but a nightmare's grip held me captive. I'd wake, the details lost, but a few images remained: a woman with raven hair, screaming, a man's hand plunging a blade into her heart. That was all I could remember. But I knew it was the same nightmare every night. A hand on my shoulder jolted me awake. Instinct took over. My hand flew to the dagger at my waist, springing to my feet, the blade pressed against the intruder's throat. "Gods, Rion! What the hell!" Aric shouted, his eyes wide with alarm.I sighed and released him, slumping back down in my seat. "Apologies, Aric," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "I had knocked but when no answer came I decided to let myself in," Aric explained. "What is wrong with you, Rion? Gods, look at the state of you." I didn't need a mirror to see the state I was in. My usually pristin
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