The dreams had continued after that first night, the one where she'd seen dead bodies clawing up through the soil, fingers breaking the earth before the rest of them followed.
She hadn't understood what it meant then. She still wasn't certain she did now. But her nights had not been calm since, and each time she closed her eyes there was something waiting for her on the other side of sleep. Twice she had woken to find souls drifting through the manor's hallways, and they were always unaware of her presence when she approached them.
She hadn't told Ragnar about any of it yet. There was so much else happening in their lives that this usually got overshadowed.
Tonight had started no differently. She had lain down beside him, pulled the covers to her shoulder, and let the darkness take her.
But when she opened her eyes, she was looking down at herself.
