Page 139 of A Fate in Flames

“I doubt that.”The words sounded hollow even to my own ears. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

I pushed off the bed.My legs wobbled, but I forced them to steady, I needed to move.Needed space.

I took two steps before Tavrik caught my elbow.

“We don’t care about that.We’re worried about you.”His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep me from fleeing.“I’m starting to think these ‘dreams’ are more than just that.You’re not telling us everything.”

He wasn’t wrong.

I never told them what I truly saw—what I truly felt.Maybe because I didn’t want to believe it myself.Maybe I was still holding on to hope that one day, they would just… stop.

But they weren’t stopping.They were getting worse.

I sank back onto the bed.

So, I told them everything.Every agonising detail.I traced patterns on the pillow as I spoke, unable to meet their eyes.My voice dropped to a whisper as I described the smell of my own burning flesh.

Tavrik started pacing, his hands raking through his hair repeatedly.Theo’s thumb pressed into the knot in my shoulder.

“That’swhat you’ve been dealing with?”he asked.“Every time you sleep?”

I forced my mouth into what might’ve been a smile, though the corners were already twitching downward.

“Pretty much.”

Tavrik, who had been wearing a path in the stone, halted mid-step.His face lit up, like he’d remembered something long buried.“I’ve heard of this before.”

Theo and I both turned to him.“What do you mean?”I asked.

“Dream Weavers.”

The name hung in the silent room.

“What?”Theo frowned.“What does that even mean?”

“Dream Weavers are Jinn,” Tavrik said.“They don’t just manipulate dreams; they make them real.They weave illusions so powerful, your mind and body experience them as truth.”

A chill crept down my spine, raising goosebumps along my arms.

A Jinn.

I shook my head.“So, a Jinn has been weaving my dreams… for what?To torture me?”

Shadows deepened the hollows of Tavrik’s face.

“It can’t be just any Jinn,” he said.“That kind of power only belongs to the strongest.”

I pressed my palm flat against my abdomen, my stomach in knots.

Who would do this?

Dalkhan’s face flashed through my mind—those cold, merciless eyes watching me burn.

No.It can’t be.

My thoughts began to spiral, faster and faster until the room tilted.

“I need a moment,” I muttered, pushing up from the bed.My head spun slightly, the room still feeling unsteady.