Panic rose in Anaisa's stomach before she tamped it down. This was a dream. Trace's dream. She could wake up and escape it anytime… if she wanted to? If Trace allowed her to?
His world before had been one of seas, mountains, plains, cliffs, and amazing, mystical animals. Of freedom and sunshine and stars that streaked through the sky.
This… was not that. Had she hurt him so badly when she broke his world?
A cavern encased them. Stalactites dripped ominously from the ceiling, and enormous columns and stalagmite rose from the floor. A narrow path wound its way amongst them like an alleyway through a city. It was dark and terrifying.
"May I…?" She asked, and concentrated, raising her hand. Imagining a torch in it. Nothing happened.
"This is my dream, so just tell me what you want," He smiled at her and her stomach fluttered.
