Chapter 96

[1750 B.C.]Calisto's POV

"You look terrible" Abbadon told me as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Her posture was impeccable - as always and anyone who saw her like that in front of me, with her face raised and a piercing look, would never imagine that she was anything less than the nanny of the sleeping child in my lap.

"I dreamed... of her" I spoke as I slid my hand through Loren’s hair gently. Soft enough not to wake him up.

Abbadon snorted.

"Don’t you dream about her every night?"

She wasn’t wrong to think that way, after all I really dreamed every night about Quinn, but not always... were good dreams.

"It was... different..." I muttered as I looked away "I dreamed of the day I met her."

Abbadon seemed to hold his breath.

"The day in the woods?"

"Yes..." smiles, a faint lifeless smile "I... heard her scream and then... woke up."

I heard Quinn scream in my dreams a lot more often than I wanted to admit. Some nigh