Chapter 165 Reoccurring Dream

• Aurora’s P.O.V
• Once again, I found myself in that dark room, lying on the same bed as last time. My chest tightened as the familiar suffocating air pressed down on me, and I immediately knew—I was dreaming. Or rather, trapped in the same nightmare that had plagued me for the last few days.
• My fingers clenched the edge of the bed, the old, scratchy sheets burning against my palms. It was always this room. My mother’s room.