Chapter 44: Dreams we escape
Hardy's Pov
My dreams are never peaceful.
It's a series of bad memories wrapped with the harshest torture known to mankind, and having wolfsbane infused in my vein didn't help matter.
So, when I forced myself to wake, it was out of the need to be anywhere but my head.
It was a decade -long practice of forcing myself into the reality I can control, leaving Behind a world where things can come at you out of thin air and the weirdest affliction is possible.
I looked around, it was early morning.
The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It is the brilliant flower of the sky that warms our days. It is the invitation to a new day except my invitation involved excruciating pain whose major source is my hand.
Bloody wolfsbane!
