Megan POV

I can’t reconcile the voice I heard with Jack.

How is that possible?

I swing my legs over the side of the bed and take a few deep breaths.

It was a dream.

Just a dream.

And dreams don’t mean anything.

Except for the fact that I’ve been dreaming constantly of my Kael for the past few weeks, it doesn’t seem like a dream then.

I get to my feet and wash my face. Looking into the mirror, I let out a shaking breath, “It couldn’t be Jack. That’s not possible. It’s just my head creating strange narratives.”

But even I can’t keep ignoring my dreams.

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