Bree didn’t sleep well that night.
At first it was just because she was lonely; the bed felt empty without Dallas at her side, even if they hadn’t slept together very often before. The knowledge that she had had something that was now gone poked at her brain, refusing to let her turn her thoughts off. They kept floating to Dallas.
The battle had almost certainly started by now. Was Dallas okay? Were things going well?
And then, in the middle of the night, Bree woke up fully without quite knowing why.
She sat up in Dallas’ bed, concentrating on her surroundings to try and figure out what had startled her from sleep.
When she realized what it was, all the blood drained from her face, and she quickly got out of bed, her legs shaky as she ran to the window, afraid of what she would see.
Sure enough, down below, the courtyard was on fire.
