Chapter 71

Arya

My heart nearly stops. I tell myself to snap out of it before it’s too late, but the imagery around me only becomes sharper and sharper until I feel that I’m exactly right there.

But the weird thing is, I’m familiar with everything except for the part where I’m pinned down and under attack.

I know it’s not real and I can snap out from this dream if I want to, but it’s just so . . . vivid. I can see the bright red eyes of the Rogue looking at me like he wants me to die. I can smell his stale and bloody breath fanning on my face. I can feel his weight on top of me and pinning me on the ground. I can feel the sharp edge of the rock just grazing on my neck.

And any moment, I know he can kill me if he just pressed that thing harder against my skin.

The sense of danger is real. The fear of dying is very very real.

I swallow hard, and even that simple movement gives me the fear of accidentally grazing my skin against the sharp edge of the rock and bleeding to death.

The Rogue stares int