The following morning, Sylvie awoke with a start, her heart racing and her skin drenched in sweat. She sat up in bed, her eyes wide as she struggled to shake off the remnants of a disturbing dream. In it, Caden had been arguing with a shadowy figure, his face contorted with rage and desperation.
Sylvie glanced over at Caden, still fast asleep beside her, and felt a pang of unease. She knew he had secrets, but the intensity of her dream left her wondering just how deep those secrets ran.
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