FreeNovelChapter 0507 I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine. He returned in kind, and gently lifted me, carryingto the bed.
We collapsed on each other in a sweaty, satisfied heap. With my head resting on Enzo's chest, his arms around me, I felt completely and utterly safe. But still, I couldn't fight the heaviness that crept into my eyelids, pullinginto the welcoming arms of sleep.
But the world I slipped into was anything but welcoming.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI was back in the maze like tunnels beneath the campus, my breaths echoing in the dank, subterranean air. The shadow entity was there, a lanky figure up ahead, beckoning for me.
Curiosity, or maybe something darker, pulledalong. I followed.
It ledto the room-that room, where Edward had heldcaptive. I hesitated, dread forming a heavy knot in my stomach. But sinvisible force propelledinside, and the moment my foot crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind me.
Panicked, I lunged at the door, pounding on it with my fists. "Letout!" I screamed, the sound of my voice mingling with the rusty creak of the door's porthole window opening.
Through the glass, I could see it-the shadow entity, now wearing a grotesque parody of a grin. Its teeth were as white and jagged as ever, somehow longer and pointier now than they were before. It was mockingwithout ever uttering a single word.
My breaths becshallow, the walls closing in on me. My knuckles ached from beating on the door, but it was futile. I was trapped, the malevolent gaze of the shadow drilling into me.
Tears spilled from my eyes, hot and salty.
With a start, I woke up, gasping, drenched in sweat. Enzo was besidein an instant, his eyes clouded with concern. "Nina, what's wrong?" "I had a... nightmare," was all I could manage, my voice barely above a whisper.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEnzo didn't ask for details. He didn't need to, because he already knew. This was slowly becoming a part of our routine.
Instead, he pulledtightly against him, envelopingin his arms, his warmth chasing away the lingering terror that was quaking my body. He began rockinggently, back and forth, whispering, "It's okay, it's okay," in a soothing voice.
As he held me, my thoughts scattered, trying to make sense of the dream-of the recurring shadow entity, and its malevolent glee. Could it signify an aspect of my subconscious? A warning of ssort? Or was it simply the manifestation of my fears, hauntingeven in my sleep? I had been considering turning Enzo down about therapy; the notion seemed too risky after what had happened with Edward.
But maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I could almost hear the slew of questions a NO therapist would ask. How does that make you feel? What do you think this dream symbolizes?
But the most challenging part would be explaining my past-a past that included realms and powers, and things most humans would find incomprehensible. Could a human therapist ever understand a life torn between two worlds, a lineage fraught with responsibility and intrigue?
Still, as Enzo held me, his heart beating steady against my ear, I realized that maybe it was tto seek help, in whatever form it came. I was about to be a mother, about to bring a new life into a world that was as wonderful as it was dangerous. And as I lay there, enveloped in Enzo's arms, it struckthat perhaps not getting help could only be detrimental to my future child.
If I failed to get these nightmares, this shadow entity, under control, what would happen then? х
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