Chapter 30. In My Vision

Chantel Raven

Thank fucking God. I'm so tired. I try to stay awake because sleeping will only worsen matters, but I can feel myself fail. I start drifting away. When I open my eyes, I am back at The Ridge. Back in my previous room.

The walls tower high, painted in a stark, bright white. My bed retains its blue-greenish tone.

I envision myself lying in bed. Zave has just exited my room, and I swiftly drift into slumber.

This is the part I fear, the segment that spawns these nightmares.

The door to my room clicks open. Damon and a few other men stride in, their sick smiles contrasting with the sterile surroundings.

Damon's smile morphs into surprise as his gaze falls on me.

Halting the others, he proceeds toward the bed, a curious expression etched on his face.

Seating himself beside me, his hand delicately grazes my skin, pushing back strands of my hair.

In my vision, I lean into the touch, a detail that seems to captiv