Gianna

I have another nightmare.

This time, it’s different, because it doesn’t happen at night, but in broad daylight. I see Marcus standing several feet away from me, and he has that damned knife in his hand—the one that caused all my scars.

He’s smiling cruelly at me. He knows I’m afraid.

“What are you trying to do, Gianna?” he asks me. “There’s nowhere you can run.”

I realize that this is more of a memory than a dream. In fact, this is what happened the last time ...