Jason's Pov
I woke up with fear gripping my entire body, my breath short and erratic, the memory of the nightmare I just had still fresh in my mind.
I sat up in bed, as my hand reached for my chest, my fingers running over the spot where I felt the phantom sensation of a dagger being plunged deep into my skin and I was reminded of the sharp pain that flared up from the memory of the dream.
I felt sweat gather at the base of my neck, along my forehead, and upper lip. I could hear the gentle sound of rain outside my bedroom window, and then the thunder booming.
These nightmares were getting progressively worse and there wasn't even any relief to be found in the form of sleep anymore.
Ever since the first dream of Lord Khan coming here, others were nothing more than violence, deaths, and visions of people I've never met, most being killed or tortured in ways I wish I didn't see, but I did anyway.
