~ NYSSA
That night, I dreamed again.
I dreamed of that same fucking forest and that blood red moon, I dreamed of blood and of the metallic taste in my mouth.
When I woke, my stomach was rumbling loudly and my chest felt tight from a deep seated thirst that I came to understand was not for water.
Against my better judgment, I glanced at the other side of the bed. It was neat and untouched, letting me know that Rowan had not come back to bed last night.
I knew he wouldn't, but I still felt my insides churn at the sight.
"You can do this, Nyssa," I whispered to myself as I dragged my feet out of bed. "You are still you… at least for now."
I got myself dressed for the day and made my way down the stairs.
Rowan was in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee, his eyes staring into the distance with a faraway look. He didn't even notice me approach until I stood on the opposite side of the counter and cleared my throat.
