Chapter 25 Another Nightmare

• The next morning, I woke to the scent of coffee and the low murmur of voices outside the bedroom.
• Alessio was already gone. It wasn't like I expected him to be in bed when I woke up or like I wanted it. After the night I just had, it was best to wake up alone. I still needed to process the event of the night.
• I sighed, running a hand through my hair. The remnants of the dream still clung to me, the image of the blood-red moon seared into my mind. But what unsettled me more was Alessio’s reaction. Did it speak to you? Why would he ask me that?