LUCY
Maybe I've fallen into a dream, I think. That would explain why Tavric and Jaxl have appeared out of thin air, and more so why Amara is with them.
Yes, it can only be a dream, Amara's presence being the clincher. Or maybe I'm just hallucinating because of the hunger and the stench of this place—the fear too, the cold fear of the unknown and my own crumbling future.
Whichever one it is, it boils down to the fact that this cannot be real; it doesn't matter that all my senses are screaming, that the scene I'm seeing is too vivid. Amara is human. My human friend in the human world I tried to build for myself. She cannot be here.
She just cannot. If she is, that would mean… My mind cannot even process the possibility.
And yet… I hear her voice clearly the next second.
"Lucy."
I feel her harried touch, the warmth of her skin as her hands fly over my face, my shoulders, my arms, checking and gauging my state. "Lucy, are you okay?"
I can't speak for the shock.
