AMBER.
We had gone to bed with the threat of Mab and tristan still weighing heavily on our minds. We were exhausted, yet sleep didn't come easily. When it did come, it wasn't peaceful. My dreams were haunted by visions of my friends and family lying dead. Fields painted red with their blood, while Mab and Tristan stood celebrating. Adam's decapitated head was the last image I saw before waking. I couldn't get the image of his green eyes, now dull and lifeless out of my head. The pillow was damp with tears. I rolled over to press myself into him, seeking comfort and reassurance that it was just a terrible dream. I found emptiness beside me. My heart raced, and panic filled my body for a moment. "Calm down! It was a nightmare. Adam probably just couldn't sleep. Go and find him," Sky told me
