Lucy shot up in her bed. She felt hot and shaky. She felt like her arms could barely support her and she let herself fall back down on the bed. Had that been real? Had he really come to her in a dream or was that just a dream? She wasn’t sure. 

She felt like she had just about enough of Aleksandr. More than anything she wanted the council to come and pass judgment. Either they’d let it go or kill her. At least then she’d have an answer and a reason to stop running ...