"WHAT IF I DREAM AGAIN?" she whispered, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "What if I get trapped like before? What if I can't wake up?"
The terror in her voice was raw and unmistakable. The memory of the dream realm was still too fresh, too vivid—how easily she had been manipulated and nearly destroyed.
Soren's expression immediately softened with understanding. He set down his medical bag and leaned forward, his ancient eyes meeting hers with gentle reassurance.
"That won't happen," he said firmly, his voice carrying absolute conviction. "The connection between you and the dream realm has been severed. Grayson made sure of that."
"But what if another incubus finds me while I'm sleeping?" she pressed, her voice trembling. "What if Kieran comes back, or someone else like him? I'll be vulnerable, defenseless..."
