Chapter 8

That night, I dreamed of Mr. Freckles again. In my dream, my limbs were bound. I couldn't move. I heard the sounds of a fight nearby—I heard the clanging of weapons. I didn't know why, but I instinctively felt like someone was there to save me. Soon, the door before me was pushed open, and a young man hurried in. The sword he held was still dripping blood. This time, I got a clear glimpse of his face. He had no freckles or boils. All he had was a red mark beneath his beautiful eyes. His lips parted and closed as he spoke. I tried to hear what he was saying, but something kept tugging on my soul. Even until the dream ended, I didn't manage to hear anything he said. I jolted awake to find that it was pouring outside. I walked to the window, where the raindrops pattered. The sound made my head throb. Five-O had approached me without me realizing it. He was big now—I couldn't hold him in my arms as much as I wanted as I'd done when he was a puppy. I sat by the window and buried my fa