Semua Bab Through The Dreamscape: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The tension crackled in the air as Lucien continued his predatory approach toward Liam. Each step seemed to make the very air grow heavier, more oppressive. Though Liam maintained his defiant stance, the trembling in his hands and the pale colour of his face betrayed his fear. "For God's sake, both of you just STOP!" Scarlett's voice exploded through the tension, making both men freeze. "This is ridiculous! Stop acting like children fighting over a toy in the playground!" Lucien's dangerous expression melted into that infuriatingly smooth smile of his. "My, my... quite the temper you've developed," he chuckled, though his eyes remained serious. "But we really should be going, Scarlett. We have matters to discuss." Before turning to leave, Scarlett gave Liam one final look. In that moment, days of friendship, betrayal, and forgiveness seemed to pass between them. He nodded, understanding in his tear-stained face, and she turned to follow Lucien. As they walked down the quiet st

Scarlett woke to sunlight streaming through her window, feeling exhausted despite her sleep. The worries of the previous day – vampires, dream walking, Ezra – weighed heavily on her mind. *I hope Lucien managed to handle everything*, she thought, stretching her tired limbs as she made her way downstairs. The smell of pancakes, coffee, and something sweet wafted up the stairs. Entering the kitchen, she found her mother at the stove, humming softly again – a sound so foreign in their usually tense household that it made Scarlett pause in the doorway. "Good morning, honey!" her mom said, turning with a spatula in hand. Her smile faltered into surprise as she really looked at her daughter. "Oh! You've done something different with your hair again. I can actually see your beautiful face for once." Scarlett self-consciously touched her newly cut bangs, remembering Lucien's bathroom scissors. "It's nothing special..." "Nothing special?" Her mother's eyes took on a knowing twinkle that

Lucien stared at the door long after Scarlett had gone, his fists clenched at his sides. "What is wrong with me?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The lingering scent of her perfume only made things worse, stirring something deep inside him he'd kept buried for centuries. Her face, the way she'd looked up at him in that moment – it had almost broken his carefully maintained control. He'd wanted to pull her close, to taste those lips that had been mere inches from his. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not since... "Elena..." The name escaped his lips like a prayer, bringing with it a flood of memories he'd rather forget. Elena's final moments flashed through his mind – her tear-stained face, the betrayal still fresh in his heart, yet the love... the damned love that wouldn't let him refuse her last request. He walked to the window, staring out at the darkening sky. "I promised you," he whispered to the empty room. "And I'll keep that promise, no matter wh

Scarlett stared at Lucien, watching how his snow-white hair seemed to glow in the ethereal light of the dreamscape. Each strand shimmered like starlight, creating an otherworldly halo around his perfect features. The revelation about her ancestors still rang in her ears, making her head spin with possibilities – and dangers. "Could Morpheus..." she hesitated, fear making her voice shake slightly. "Could it try to manifest through me too?" Lucien shrugged, aiming for nonchalance, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed his concern. "I don't know," he admitted, running a hand through his pale hair. The movement was so human, so at odds with his supernatural nature. "But I'm tired of watching history repeat itself with the Hayes line." His voice grew softer, heavy with centuries of memories. "I'm tired of watching people I... people I care about die." A blush crept across Scarlett's cheeks at his words, but Lucien seemed oblivious to the weight of what he'd just revealed. Instead,

The next morning, Scarlett stood in front of her wardrobe, her hands on her hips as she glared at the two uniforms hanging before her. Her old one, modest and familiar, hung next to the new one Lucien had gotten her – noticeably shorter and more fitted. The morning sunlight streaming through her window seemed to mock her predicament, highlighting the difference between the two uniforms. "That insufferable, thoughtless, absolutely impossible..." she muttered, thinking of Lucien. Her fingers traced the edge of the new uniform's sleeve, the fabric admittedly softer than her old one. Her irritation quickly shifted to concern as she remembered where he was heading today. She reached for her old uniform, then hesitated, her hand hovering between the two. The new one did look more stylish, she had to admit. "No, absolutely not. There's no way I'm wearing this new one. No way in hell. Mom would have a field day!" Twenty minutes later, Scarlett stomped down the stairs in the new uniform,