I checked the other tablet, but Pandora still hadn’t messaged me back. I hoped she was okay. The wound hadn’t healed when she left, and it was small enough that it should’ve healed any demon with a lick of magicalreserves immediately.
Charlotte Vane
Can you bring me to your dreamscape?
You need to feed, you know.
Plus, I miss my best friend!
My tablet went off again as the door to our room was tossed open, and irritation flared through me.
Hemlock stumbled over his feet, leaving the door wide open before landing halfway off his bed with a loud groan.
He reeked of fae rum.
I curled my lips in disgust, not bothering to hide the expression. “You left the door open.”
He mumbled something incoherent, but I picked up on something aboutGravesend.
Hemlock had one Fates of a drinking problem.
Pushing off the bed, I put both of my tablets up and went over to shut the door before going back and getting under my covers.
It was dark now, and a silvery shine of moonlight started to filter into our room.
“She’s so stuck up,” he slurred. “Her and her bitch friend. Talking about family…and pussy…noble bitches,” he rambled on and on.
I rolled my eyes. It was pointless arguing withhim when he was so drunk he could barely keep his eyes open, but I couldn’t stop the wave of anger that hit me.
“Pandora is nice to me. Maybe you should give her a chance before talking about her like that,” I bit out the words.
He gave me a bitter chuckle. “A noble of that standing being nice to a demon with a human mom?”
Fates, his words slurred together so bad.
“She’s a noble. You’re not. She’ll never understand,” he said before his snores filled the room. “Probably got some ulterior motive.”
I violently turned in bed, trying to block out the doubt swirling in my head.
Hemlock was just being a jerk. Pandora wasn’t like the other demons. She was so kind to me. I couldn’t let that drunk put doubts in my head. She was my friend. A friend I couldn’t stop thinking about.
My eyelids fluttered shut as I replayed all of the interactions with Pandora I had today and slowly faded intomy dreamscape.
I wokeinside of my dreamscape, enveloped in a misty veil of ethereal violet hues, casting everything in a dreamy glow.
Clouds rippled softly beneath my bare feet, shifting and morphing with each step I took forward. Beautiful, twisted, deep purple trees with gnarled branches reached up toward the sky, blue leaves shimmering with luminescence. The air was thick with the scent of cotton candy and caramel, carrying whispers of what I dreamed to be.
Pandora and I’s scent paired so well together.
My vision pulsated with dream magic, beckoning for another soul, but the one I wanted to pull in wasn’t asleep.
Pandora.
An incessant push niggled at the edges of my dreams, and for the first time since I’d known Charlotte, I hesitated before allowing her access. She was a drude, and while she could only enter nightmares, she could try to access my dreamscape, but only with my permission.
Magic rippled around me as I opened the way for her.
Charlotte materialized in front of me. Her glossy lips spread into a familiar smile as she ran to me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, but my arms stayed still at my sides instead of hugging her back like usual.
