Chapter 7“Westley, lubirea mea, where are going?”
“Hm?” He blinked, the world slowly coming into focus. Instead of being greeted by the familiar shadows of their bedroom, Westley stared at a grove of trees, one of them gnarled and bent like an old man’s cane. Standing off to his side, wearing a pair of pajama pants and little else, was Nicolaj off in the distance an owl called out to the night. “How…”
“I think you must have gone on a sleep walk “ Nicolaj offered. “I woke to find your side of the bed empty.” Nicolaj’s brows knit together. “Do you remember what you were dreaming about?”
“Um…” Racking his brain, all Westley recalled was heading upstairs with Nicolaj and having a little between the sheets. He must have drifted off shortly after and…Did I dream? It’s all blank, a big black v
