Her slender hands patted her partly bare back but Belladonna remained stiff in her overpowering, calming embrace.
Was this still an illusion?
The door pushed open but with her face being buried into Lady Kestra's shoulder, she couldn't see anything. Belladonna wondered if the person stepping out was a bride and she struggled out of the embrace, pulling away only to see that it was Collin, leading Raquel out of the room.
Was this still a dream?
Why were there so many strange things happening?
There was an unusual aura she could sense in the air though, it felt suspiciously calming.
Too calming.
"Raquel." Her voice was breathy as she called out for her. Her legs taking stumbling desperate steps to quickly reach for the only person that felt a little close to home in this whole situation.
"You were screaming." Her hands reached out for her but hung in the air, then dropped to her sides, because of Collin who stood partly in the way with his back abruptly turned to her.
