I wake up slowly; my long, almost ebony black lashes are brushing my cheeks as I look around me, on the familiar things in my room: maybe it was all a dream?
Surely it had to be one.
The maze, that was built up around me by the Abrasax siblings was almost unthinkable; with me being just a prey in their dark little games.
I hastily look on a small blue mark on my hand, that is sparkling like a diamond and gaze at it with surprise: oh no.
It was not just a dream.
Not just a dream, huh? It was like a whole male chorus of Los Angeles was singing Hallelujah in my head in that second: Caine was not a dream.
Or maybe?...
I try to shake off t