Peri was in deep slumber.
Her head had felt heavy since evening, and after dinner, the moment she lay on the bed, she drifted off without even realizing it.
Now she understood why.
She was being summoned again… by the entity that lived inside her.
Samarella.
Maybe because she had fallen asleep so deeply, she didn't sense her husband leaving her side. She didn't sense the storm of emotions running through him either.
Whenever she entered her dreamscape, she lost all connection to the waking world. Nothing reached her—not sound, not touch, not even instinct. The only two things that could pull her out were her own will or the call of her mate.
But right now, Peri felt no danger from the darkness surrounding her.
No panic… only a quiet tension.
That was why the golden-haired elf didn't leave.
Running would look weak—and she refused to act afraid.
Not today.
It wasn't Peri who existed because of the dragoness.
It was Samarella who lived because Peri allowed it.
