MARIA.
I have to be dreaming.
That was the only explanation my mind could desperately cling to as I stared at Vincent in complete disbelief. Nothing around me felt real anymore. Every single thing I thought I knew had suddenly twisted into something unrecognizable, leaving me feeling as though the ground beneath my feet had completely vanished.
"Tell me all this is a joke, Vincent!" I said, finally standing up from the bed as I slowly felt myself losing my mind. My voice trembled slightly despite my attempt to stay composed. "Tell me all this was staged," I continued, my breathing becoming uneven the more I spoke.
Because how was I supposed to accept this?
How was I supposed to believe that the man I had known as Vincent—the rogue who had smiled at me, spoken gently to me, and acted like my friend—was actually the Lycan Prince all along?
None of it made sense.
