dark as corpses but cluttered with gold

She continued to thrash, and he pressed more of his body onto her. Trying to keep her from hurting herself, from worsening the hurt she had already dealt to herself. He said her name a few more times, his heart pounding. But he didn’t dare get a healer. He knew she wouldn’t want anyone else to see this. They could work it out, together. Whatever she was seeing. Was it the Raid? Was it that Raider asshole in her head?

Finally, her eyes opened, and relief filled his own as he looked down at her. She spoke, and he was about to ask if she meant the raider. It was on the tip of his tongue. Then he realised her nightmares were always about her father. Her large, red, imposing father. How hadn’t he seen it earlier? “He’s gone, Hazel. He’s gone, and he’s never coming back.”

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