Circe woke in a cold sweat, her heart thundering in her chest as though it wanted to tear its way out. Fear gripped her so tightly that she could barely breathe, forcing her to take sharp, uneven gasps just to steady her racing pulse. Her hair clung damply to her skin as she bolted upright, eyes darting about the room.
Her thoughts churned as she tried to recall the details from the dream she just woke from. But it was blurring fast, and was slipping through her hands like sand.
She tried to recount all the details before it became nothing more than a blurry mess in her mind.
The dream had felt too real, like she just finished reliving a moment from the past that she had no recollection of. Memories that she never knew existed.
It was true that there had been a time in the past when her brother, Torben, had come close to dying but Circe didn't remember ever sneaking into the physician's workstation to see him nor did she remember seeing those glowing threads that haunted her.
