Chapter Twenty-Seven. Davina
I should be freaking out, screaming and crying, terrified out of my brain, but all I feel is a sense of ‘right’ and normal. Weird right?
As the breeze whooshes past my head, Max lets out squeals of delight. Maybe I would be terrified if I didn’t know that I was dreaming. That fact was confirmed by me when Naked Mars mentioned that the characters in the book I read a few months ago were real. I mean, as if there are werewolf mates, and the queen has purple hair, and dresses like a gothic punk rocker. Yeah, I am dreaming, so I may as well enjoy the dream while it lasts.
One thing that I didn’t realise was that feelings could be so intense in a dream. Like the sparks and tingles that are rushing through my body from sitting on the back of Ares. Maybe I am sti
