"What will I have to do?"
Amaira had to distract herself from the voice of the woman in her head...she needed to zone her out so she wouldn't end up doing anything stupid; satisfying her curiosity from that dream with Elias before she woke up from her two-week sleep was the only thing she thought to be distracting enough.
Elias rose a brow, "About what?"
"You said you could delay the transition and I'll have to do something...something I won't agree to."
"Were you yourself in that dream?" he questioned and she scrunched up her face as she furrowed her brows.
Amaira thought back to the dream and did realize that it wasn't like the others. She had no guard, she was talking to him as if he was a normal person...as if she trusted him.
The dream was a normal one...it was her who dreamt of him, but she didn't want to believe that. "You went into my head."
