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~Lisa's POV
I couldn't even say anything at that moment. I lay back against the soft pillow, trying to calm the trembling in my body, but it wouldn't stop. Even though the nightmare had ended, the fear clung to me, heavy and suffocating. I could still see Belinda's face, the cold cruelty in her eyes, her cutlass raised above me, ready to strike. I swallowed hard, wishing I could erase it from my mind, but it was burned in there, vivid and real.
Damon's presence beside me was both comforting and frustrating. His hand rested gently on my arm, stroking slowly, trying to ground me. But knowing how he cared for Belinda, how he would never entertain the thought that she could do something so wicked, made my heart sink. How could I prove anything? How could I make him see what she really was?
"I had… I had a really bad dream," I whispered, my voice trembling. My hands shook as I clutched the sheet, pulling it close to my chest.
