I sat there for a while after the silence stretched between us, my head still pounding faintly from the argument. The air around me felt heavy, as if the shadows themselves were listening in on our conversation.
Bastard's voice still lingered in the back of my skull faint, quiet, but unmistakably there. Like a heartbeat that wasn't mine.
'You said you found a fix,' I finally said, my tone sharper than I intended. 'What did you mean by that?'
There was a pause. A deep, deliberate kind of silence, the kind Bastard always used when he was deciding how much truth to hand me.
Then, finally, he spoke.
{It's simple. I'm going to take the nightmares you've been having, all of them, and force them to change their destination.}
I frowned, my fingers drumming against my thigh. 'Destination?'
{Yes. Instead of haunting you, they'll come to me.}
For a second, I thought I'd misheard him. 'You're serious?'
