— Who are you and how did you end up in the academy? — a terrifying voice from the darkness.
I cowered in bed, not knowing the answer. This isn’t my world and there’s no magic in me!
— Are you in cahoots with them? — his voice drew closer relentlessly. — You killed my fiancé? ?!
The pressure from the surroundings began to build. Air vanished from my lungs, and my insides seemed to twist.
— No! — I rasped. — I didn’t do anything.
— Then I’ll...— his voice cut off, and I woke up in my bed. Was it another horrible dream?
Almost every night after that unfortunate blood transfusion, a man comes to me in my dreams. Sometimes he begs me to return, as if I’m the only salvation in his life, and sometimes he scares me with his questions. And why does this handsome guy look at me so strangely? We aren’t even acquainted!