Semua Bab Through The Dreamscape: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Scarlett stared at Lucien's face as he finished speaking, his eyes distant with the weight of memory. She could sense there was more to the story—something profound that connected everything together. "After Elena's death..." she prompted gently. Lucien's words had trailed off, and he seemed lost in the past. Scarlett hesitated before asking the questions that had been lingering in her mind since he first mentioned Elena. "How did Elena die exactly?" she asked softly. "And what was that errand Ezra sent you on?" Lucien chuckled darkly, his gray eyes seemingly fixed on something far away. "A fool's errand," he said bitterly. "That's what it was." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Ezra came to me, saying the Council had a mission for me. To go to the human world and retrieve an ancient relic that had been stolen by a rogue vampire—a prisoner who had escaped his death sentence." His brow furrowed as he recalled his confusion. "I didn't understand why they chose me. It shou

The dream world pulsed with an electric tension, Scarlett's heart racing as Lucien's fingers intertwined with hers. His touch was both familiar and reassuring, sending shivers down her spine. The memories of their previous encounters swirled in her mind like a tornado of emotions—fear, attraction, confusion. Lucien's gray eyes, those mesmerizing pools of stormy intensity, seemed to look right through her. He cleared his throat, a gesture that immediately set Scarlett on edge. "I have something to tell you," he said, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone that made her stomach twist. Scarlett swallowed hard. "What is it?" The words came out as a whisper, her throat suddenly felt dry. He hesitated, something rare for someone as confident as Lucien. "You've been summoned by the Originals." The world seemed to stop. "The what?" Scarlett's voice cracked, a mix of disbelief and pure panic rising inside her. Lucien's jaw tightened, a muscle flickering beneath his perfect ski

Ezra smiled back, but it was the smile of a shark—all predatory intent barely contained. "Yes," he replied, his voice silky smooth. "I find myself in need of... appropriate attire for your little town." Jessica's cheeks flushed slightly, her pulse quickening in a way that made Ezra's throat burn with thirst. "Well, you've definitely come to the right place," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "What kind of look were you going for?" Sensing there was no one else in the shop apart from the two of them, Ezra initially thought it was time to feed. His gaze fixed on the delicate blue vein pulsing in her neck. But he hesitated, reason overriding hunger. He needed to remain inconspicuous in this town, at least until he found what he was looking for. Bodies turning up with puncture wounds would only complicate matters. He groaned inwardly as he realized he couldn't kill in this town. Instead, he opted for his dream powers—a useful ability for feeding without detectio

Scarlett couldn't quite put her finger on what tipped her off about Claire's strange behavior that day. Was it the unusual paleness of Claire's face when she had entered school with Lucien that morning? Or perhaps when she overheard Brittany in the cafeteria asking Claire what had happened earlier when she'd gone silent on the phone for over two minutes, claiming she could hear a man's voice? "I swear, something weird happened," Brittany whispered, leaning across the cafeteria table toward Claire. "You just stopped talking, and I could hear this deep voice, but it was really faint." Ava had quickly nudged Brittany, tilting her head slightly. "Careful," she murmured, "Scarlett's nearby. Probably listening." Scarlett had felt a slight chill run down her spine, especially when she noticed how Claire—her usual tormentor—purposefully avoided meeting her eyes. It was so unlike Claire, who normally seized every opportunity to make cutting remarks or throw disdainful glances her way. W

Lucien had noticed something strange about Claire, but when Scarlett mentioned it earlier, he had brushed it off. After all, what did Claire's odd behavior have to do with him? His focus was on protecting Scarlett from the original vampires, his mind constantly working through potential plans.But when he'd brushed past Claire in the cafeteria on his way to join Scarlett and her friends, something caught his attention. A scent. Faint but unmistakable—evidence of lingering dream powers mingled with the distinct scent of a vampire. And the only vampire with dream powers besides himself was his elder brother, Ezra.The vampire scent was so faint it was almost nonexistent, but Lucien's senses were too sharp to miss it. That's why he had told Scarlett to go home without him. He needed to investigate without putting her at risk.Was Ezra here? The thought seemed impossible. Ezra would never leave his post to venture into the human world. The vampire council—King Arthur himself—had given the