Chapitre 33: In Hiding

It has been three days since her return. I have been prohibited from visiting. My beast is restless. I am restless. Food is inconsequential, the wine tastes like sand, and sleep is irrelevant.

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Time is distorted when reality comes in the form of pain. Any time I wake up from my dream world, I quickly fall back into unconsciousness, glad to escape the slashes and throbbing sensations ricocheting in my body. It is cowardly, but when I rise next, I know there will be no time to lounge around.

With a deep sigh, the dream world with my fantasy man rescuing me away from this place, striking green eyes fading into nothingness.

"Idalia?" Alaric's voice is close by, and my dream guy's face is gone, completely forgotten. Did he have blue eyes?