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Grace noticed my limp but didn’t say a word.
The dread, the fear, and the thrill of the moment heightened our senses.
Every sound, every shadow, and every light in the hallway made us flinch, expecting to be caught.
As the familiar click of my cell door sounded behind us, the weight of the night’s events came crashing down on me.
The air was thick with tension, and every instinct in me screamed danger.
“We have to go back into Uhah’s nightmare,” I said. “This might be our last chance.”
I couldn’t keep the tinge of regret and fear from seeping into my voice.
She stared at me, her blue eyes widening. “What do you mean, Tix?”
I hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing. “Fleth’s species… they have a peculiar sense of honor. Mess with them once, and they’ll get their revenge. But do it twice…”
I trailed off, not wanting to put into words what I already knew.
Grace’s voice trembled. “And we’ve done it to him twice…”
Nodding solemnly, I stepped closer, holding out my hand. “Come with me,” I whispered, feeling the warm energy coursing between our fingers as we connected.
Together, we closed our eyes and let the dreamworld take us.
Here, the pain of my broken leg was fuzzy with distance.
Dreams had a funny way of dislocating reality from our imaginings.
“Uhah isn’t in his cell,” I informed Grace. “He’s in the hospital.”
Grace’s eyes searched mine. “The hospital? Why is he there?”
“He doesn’t have much time left.”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. “But how? When?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. But he’s old. It could be anything. His age and living at Ikmal so many years has taken its toll.”
Grace looked stricken. “We need to go to him. Now.”
Nodding, I focused on the infirmary, allowing it to pull us through the dream fabric.
Within moments, we were standing in the sterile environment of the prison hospital.
Antiseptics filled the air, and the constant beeping of machines served as a grim reminder of Uhah’s condition.
We spotted him lying on a bed, surrounded by various life-support systems.
His frail form looked even more delicate in the dim light, his skin almost translucent.
The realness of it all hit Grace hard.
She didn’t know him — neither did I, for that matter — but when you had talked in their mind, seen their dreams and nightmares, you developed a connection with someone.
I pulled her into an embrace, providing what little comfort I could. “We’ll help him, Grace. We’ll pull him out of this nightmare.”
She nodded, wiping away her tears.
