Elijah
I was dreaming of Mayah, but it wasn’t exactly a good dream. I had accused her of betraying me, and she was straight up pissed off. I’d never seen a pissed off Mayah in real life, so I didn’t know how my dream compared, but the dream Mayah was scary as hell. Her eyes blazed and her hands grabbed ahold of my head, and I had a moment when I feared that she was about to fill my mind with all the ghosts and demons of Westbane just like Mary Beth had done to Frost.
The pain in my skull was excruciating as her fingers seemed to press into the wound near my temple. “Elijah Remington, you are an i***t, you know that?” she growled. “Now wake up!” It felt like a thunderbolt went through my head, and my whole body jerked in response, but I couldn’t help but obey her command. I peeled open my
