Avery’s POV
I woke with the sheets stuck to my back and my heart slamming against my ribs.
The room was still dark. Gideon was asleep beside me. It was just a dream.
And yet…
I knew it wasn’t.
I knew these dreams. The prophetic ones, packed with symbolism that sometimes took years to untangle. But they were always right. There was always something in them that pointed at a place in my future, somewhere maybe that I didn’t want to look.
This was one of those dreams. I was sure of it. That woman… maybe she really existed, maybe she didn’t and was just a symbol for something greater, but I knew I needed to look into her.
By morning, I’d made up my mind. I was going to talk to Melissa.
I wasn’t sure why I thought of her first. She was spiritual, and I knew she would take this seriously. And I just… I don’t know. Maybe I just needed a friend.
Gideon was sitting at the breakfast table, sipping his coffee, when I told him I was driving back to Evergreen.
“Again?” He lowered his mug. “Should I be jealous?”
“Ha.” I grabbed a piece of toast off his plate and took a bite, much to his chagrin, although he didn’t say anything about it. “I’m not seeing Sebastian. I just want to talk to Melissa about something.”
He watched me for a moment, and I could tell he wanted to ask. To his credit, he didn’t. “Be back before dinner,” he said. “Your mother said she wants to cook.”

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