A horse, massive and black stampeded through the cacophony, is humongous hooves wreathed in fire. The soldiers in its path only had to see its gnashing teeth and rippling, unceasing muscles before they knew their deaths were inevitable, despite how they screamed as they turned and ran.
A hand pressed hard against her breastbone, so bruisingly unyielding as magic, raw, ruthless healing magic shoved its way into her dead heart and up her rough, hoarse throat.
The voice growled, "I saved your life. Don't dare tell me I do not care."
Before she could sputter, "I know you do, Lord Peregrin, I know..."
The dream came crashing down.
Lucy Lampwick awoke in a cold sweat, shivering although her boyfriend, Sheppard Evin's warm body was doing its best to spare her. In fact, the once soft and welcoming covers and his comforting arm were beginning to become stifling.
All Lucy wanted to do was to curl up and sob.
But that wou