Scarlett collapsed onto her bed, her mind whirling with the day's events. When sleep finally claimed her, she felt the familiar sensation of lucid dreaming wash over her. The misty landscape materialized around her – swirling tendrils of dream-stuff that seemed to respond to her very presence. Instinctively, she looked around for Lucien's tall figure before remembering his words about meeting Ezra.
"Right," she muttered to herself, her voice echoing strangely in the dream space. "He's busy saving my life, probably." The words came out more bitter than she'd intended.
To pass the time, she began experimenting with the dreamscape. She raised her hands, concentrating hard, and watched in wonder as flowers sprouted from the misty ground – roses in impossible shades of blue, lilies that glowe
