Chapter 30
- Sienna.
- I don’t normally dream. Not in the full-color, cryptic-symbolism kind of way people always claim. My sleep, when I manage it, is more of a flicker. Half wakefulness, half meditation. Being a witch with fire in your blood does that to you. You don't always get the luxury of rest.
- But this dream one carved itself into the walls of my mind. It started with heat.