The darkness did not come to me in my dreams for the first time. Instead, I dreamt of the meadows in the Moon God’s glade; the grass on my back, the flowers in my hands and the gentle wind that blew. I felt at peace. I felt safe.
This was home now.
Kieran is with me in this dream, speaking of stars and fate— of us. I listened, my heart beat as steady as his rich voice. When I opened my eyes after having the best sleep of my life, a warm hand was brushing my hair back, the fingers caressing my face.
Kieran’s black eyes met with mine and he smiled, a small curve of his lips. “Good morning,”
I feel myself blushing, thinking all of this must be a dream and that when I woke from it, I would be back in my small attic, but I’m not. I’m here. With him. “Good morning.”
“How was your sleep?”
