“In dreams as in life,” I whispered back, tears threatening the corners of my eyes as I remembered our cottage. I couldn’t tell him. Not yet. Not until this was over.
Why does that even make sense? “I can’t tell him that I met my father in a true dream and he burned down our cottage. Also, instead of forcing myself to wake like I did before, I allowed him to touch me and get inside my mind so that he could locate me and he’s probably attacking Tintagel right now and possibly killed Ulpheas. No, I’m just gone wait and let him be blindsided when we run into him in a few hours. Then after this is over, I’ll tell him our cottage is burned. Cuz THAT is when it will matter, that’s the important part about the entire dream.” Dumbest Heoine Ever.
