Keya's POV:
I was soaked in blood, and someone was standing in front of me, with a massive sword. They ran at me... their eyes burning with hatred.
"Why?"
"You deserve to die screaming."
"Why?" I breathed. The smile twisted. The skin melted. It was horrible, and I was too cold and my skin hurt.
A loud sound woke me.
Fuck. Goddess. Only a dream.
The door burst open. Cara and I jerked upright, hearts pounding. Our backs went straight.
"Cara," I breathed.
"Don't panic," she whispered, and then someone switched on the lights, flooding the darkness with golden light.
Oh.
"Goddess. It is you," Cara sighed.
"Rafael," I breathed, stunned. He stood in the doorway like he'd been dragged through hell and back, and fought his way to my home. Sweaty, covered in dirt, scraped up and raw. And
