Time was faster here. A year could mean an entire hour in the real world. So far, she had spent four days in it. Naomi lacked sleep. She had refused to close her eyes all week, but had faltered eventually and found herself stuck inside the reality her mind created again.
This demon, Faxon. She had found him in her thoughts more times than it should be normal. They finally crossed the boundary and went all the way. The last time she was here, Faxon had taken all of her, and she didn't regret it.
Whenever she was with him, Declan didn't matter. All her problems seemed to disappear. Yet Naomi loathed it for this same reasons altogether. She wanted Declan to matter. Her heart was afraid that this demon that tugged on all her heart strings would make her forget what her reality was.
