That night, Scarlett slipped into lucid dreaming with a heart heavy as lead but burning with fierce determination. Her pain and humiliation from earlier had crystallized into something harder, something dangerous. As she traveled down the familiar path to lucid dreaming, she felt different - more focused, more intent.
Suddenly, a familiar presence tugged at her consciousness. Before she could even orient herself, she felt herself being pulled through the dream space, like being swept away by an invisible current. The white-haired vampire - she realized with a start that she still didn't even know his name.
When her vision cleared, she found herself in a place unlike anything she'd seen before. Gone were the familiar school hallways of her usual dreams. Instead, she stood in what looked l
