Chapter 3: Is he real, or am I dreaming?
Zoe
I didn’t sleep at all last night. With work and school, I feel like I’ve been stretched thin. I did have a few weird dreams of a gorgeous man with leather wings. One of them was so real.
I dreamt that I was a slave girl in a Roman home. The master of the house decided to take a trip to a gladiator fight, and the lady of the house took us along to serve them while they watched the bloody battles. I was serving the master wine when I saw him. He was one of the most good-looking men I’ve ever seen. He had golden hair and amber eyes. I remember watching him walk out to the gladiator ring. He never saw me, but I saw him. I watched him skillfully fight his opponent without caring for his own life. He looked so lonely af
