I had no idea why Harlan's words had hurt me so much. I'd heard them all before.
Well, that's not true. I did know. It hurt me because I love him and he was pushing me away again. He was in pain and wouldn't let me reach out to him.
I went to bed angry and had the strangest dream.
She was running, running faster than I could follow. Her steps were trailed by shadows, and when she looked back I saw her ice-colored eyes filled with fear.
Violette.
She was wearing what used to be a long red gown but now was torn into pieces by what looked like extraordinarily sharp teeth.
"Ah ah ah," a deep male voice sounded all around her. "Where are you running to, princess?" a deep voice said with an accent.
She stopped and looked around.
"Stop following me. This has nothing to do with you," she cried, terror in her voice.
What could terrify her so much?
Her?
