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I turn the screen toward him.
His smile disappears.
For several seconds, he doesn’t move.
Then his expression hardens.
“Hypnos.”
“Your father?”
He nods.
“The curse was never meant to be broken.”
I swallow.
“And the person who breaks it?”
His eyes meet mine.
“Was never meant to survive.”
* * *
That night, I dream of darkness.
No marble temples.
No silk sheets.
No impossibly handsome god waiting to seduce me.
Just endless black.
“Morpheus?”
My voice disappears into the void.
Something moves ahead of me.
A tall figure stands motionless in the shadows.
Watching.
“Hello?”
The figure steps closer.
A man’s voice fills the darkness.
“You should not have awakened him.”
I freeze.
“Who are you?”
“Return what you have stolen.”
