Chapter 7

The shower had done nothing to calm my thoughts. I went to bed a confused mess, overthinking every single detail of the events of the last couple of days. I could hardly make sense of any of it, from fighting Adrian, to getting captured by Julius, and then there was the bizarre attraction I had towards him. What did they call that, Stockholm Syndrome?

Sleep did not come easy, and even when it eventually consumed me, it was filled with nightmares I thought I’d left behind long ago. I woke to the sun having barely risen, covered in a thin layer of sweat and sporting a very sore throat.

“I think you were screaming again…” Celeste said, her voice filled with concern. Nightmares had plagued me for so many years, every night my brain had decided to put my most painful memories on replay, giving Celeste full access to what my life was like before she joined it. I hadn’t had one in just over a year, but with the insanity that had ensued over the last few days I wasn’t surprised they’d retur