When I had dreamwalked with Cassius, I felt his true self, the blood-thirsty sadist who reveled in the pain, screams, and death of others. His love for mayhem and his insatiable hunger to see terror rule. I had felt it all that night. Brenna was almost burned at the stake. I still wondered why he picked that memory for me to walk in of all the memories he could have shown me. Why choose one that showed his cruelty? Perhaps it was because he wanted to relive that memory: the first time he had seen her. The devil had a heart, after all.
For Brenna, however, she had somehow blocked me from her emotions when I dream-walked with her. Her walls had been up, and she had had the most control in there. She was that powerful, so I felt nothing from her. But Cassius couldn’t hide his true nature fro
