Chapter 34

Daphne

“I will help you,” Eleanor said, and stretched forth her hand, with a smile tugged across her lips. “Take my hand. Trust me on this.”

I was about placing my hand on hers, when heavy wind blew me off.

I woke up with a start, and quickly looked around. Seeing I was in my room and it was all a dream, I relaxed.

Ever since my encounter with Eleanor, it’s been one dream and another, replaying what she had said when we met.

I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to consider it.

But her words kept slipping back in, uninvited—soft, persuasive, and dangerous in the way they almost sounded like my own thoughts.

I stared at the ceiling, letting my mind wonder, trying to suppress her voice, taking over my head.

I wanted nothing to do with her.

I let out a deep breath and climbed down the bed. Went on with my morning routine and when I finally came out, I almost bumped into Daisy by the doorway.

“You have a visitor