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back a little.
    I can’t look at him. I don’t want to look at anything really. Sitting in my room alone seems a preferable thing to do. In my room alone, staring at a wall until my eyes either bleed, my brain explodes, or my mind turns to mush. Honestly, any of those choices seems preferable to this.
    “I… sort of dream. You are in them.” Like he needs reminding.
    “I think those are technically nightmares,” he says. “But if you think I’m a dream, I won’t question it.” He’s trying to make me laugh, like Sam used to do. It’s so hard not think of him as Sam, my once perfect boyfriend turned semi-jerk turned demon.
    I want him back.
    “You know what goes on inside my head better than I do. You’ve been in there long enough. I don’t know. I don’t know what any of it is or what any of it means. I just know I’m tired. I’m tired of everything, and I just want it to stop.” This is probably the most honest I’ve been with him—with anyone—ever. I want it over. All of it. I don’t even know if I’d try to stop it if someone came and…
    “Hey, don’t you dare talk like that.” He places his finger gently under my chin and pushes it up until I’m looking directly into his eyes.
    Funny how, now that I’m actually looking, I can see a hint of red in them. Only a little fleck in the brown. But still there. Still Hart, the real Hart, peeking out.
    “You are going to fight this. I haven’t invested eighteen years of my afterlife into you for you to quit now. Think about me for a change. Stop being selfish.” He winks in that over confident way he has about him. I can tell, just by being this close to him, that he’s nervous about something. It could be a million things, really. Anything could be bothering him. The world nearly ended after all. It still might.
    “Now, tell me what you saw. What did you dream about?” He does something I never thought he’d do. Heck, I don’t even know if he notices it. He takes both of my hands in his. My breath catches, and I don’t want to feel anything for him. I don’t want a tingle or a sigh or any sort of positive feelings for Hart. I don’t….
    I do.
    “Gracen…” He says, his voice husky and deep. I think he already knows. He might not know exactly what I’ve dreamed, but he has a pretty good idea. I’ve had a vision. Something bad is going to happen. The world is ending. Blah. Blah. Blah.
    “Fine. I dreamed about…” The rest of the words won’t come out of my mouth. How do you tell someone you saw yourself kill your mother? No, that’s not right. I didn’t see myself killing her, just that she said I’d done it. Maybe I didn’t… Maybe.
    “Dreamed about what? I can help you, you know?”
    I want to believe him. I want to tell him every little thing and every little detail about the alley and the pizza and the dumpster and the damn rat. And Seth. I really want to tell him about Seth. “I dreamed about Seth. He was with me. We were somewhere. I don’t remember where. He said he… he said next I’d kill the world.”
    True, he did say it. He also said I’d kill my mother, which wasn’t true. I’d never kill her. Never hurt her, so it can’t be real, right? So why can’t I tell Hart about it? Can it be because I don’t trust him? That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
    Hart’s eyes narrow at me like he’s trying to solve a great riddle. I lean back on the sink and dab the washcloth under my nose, trying to ignore his accusing glare. He knows I’m lying. Of course he knows me, he’s lived in my head for years. I might as well wipe the blood away while he figures out how to confront me on it.
    “Seth, huh.” He clears his throat and looks away from me. I can see his jaw tighten like it’s taking every bit he has inside himself not to acknowledge the elephant in the room. “Well, you haven’t killed anybody.”
    “I killed those girls.” As if he needed reminding. I guess he did.
    “You didn’t. The thing