Do I Pretend It Never Happened?

ANNA'S POV. A dim, soft light clicked on somewhere far away, slicing through the thick shadows of the sprawling dreamscape. Magnus emerged from the darkness. The sight of him struck my chest like a blunt force. He wore no shirt. The muted light caught the rigid planes of his stomach and the deep, defined shift of his broad shoulders as he paced the floor. He moved with a slow, deliberate grace. He