Chapter Thirty-Seven
Vivid Dreams of the Past
***Lorana***
“No!” I screamed, sitting up in bed. I pressed my hand to my chest, my heart racing against it. My head swam with the vivid images of the woman in flames. Why was she haunting me?
“Lorana!” Daman gasped. He sat up beside me, slipping his arms around my waist. “What happened? Are you alright?”
“I-I...” I stammered in confusion. “I think I had a nightmare,” I started massaging the bridge of my nose, willing the memory of the dream forward. “It was strange… I saw this girl… She was covered in flames… But she wasn’t on fire.”
“That doesn’t sound good.” He whispered, kissing the side of my head. “Are you alright?”
“I -I don’t know...” I faced him, tears clouding my vision. “What’s worse... I think I know her from somewhere...
