Larissa's POV
I stumbled toward the bathroom, deliberately avoiding my reflection in the mirror as I splashed icy water across my burning cheeks. After taking care of business and scrubbing my teeth clean, I finally gathered the courage to meet my own gaze.
"Just a stupid dream," I whispered to the woman staring back at me. "It means absolutely nothing."
The face in the mirror looked far from convinced.
I dragged my fingers through the mess of tangled hair, attempting to transform myself into something resembling human before facing Carson. My silk pajama set had twisted itself around my body during the restless night, the top gaping open to reveal more skin than I was comfortable with. I fumbled with the buttons, fastening them all the way to my throat like armor.
