Chapter 32 Azalea
Azalea
My head is pounding as I stir awake. I blink beyond the blurred haze that coats my eyes before I rub the sleep from them.
The echoes of my dream ricochet through my head.
I was standing at the edge of a cliff, wearing this gorgeous red dress that was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
The wind whipped through my loose curls as I turned, and my eyes settled on a pair of unmistakable dark eyes.
Braxton looked back at me almost lovingly, and though I was confused, in the dream, I felt nothing but bliss.
“Do you love me?” I heard my own voice echo in my head with the question. Braxton answered without hesitation.
“Until my last breath.” He bent his head toward mine, and just as his lips, softer than I would have imagined, slid across mine, I woke.
After a moment of running my fingers along my lips, I blink myself back to reality and sit up in bed. Crossing my feet at my ankles, I tuck them underneath me as I scratch my fingernails along my scalp, as if that will dull the persistent throb still pulsing in my mind.
I’m unable to determine what’s real and what’s a dream.
I know I couldn’t have possibly stood at the edge of a cliff with Braxton because there are no cliffs that line the castle grounds, and I can’t leave the castle grounds.
But why would I ever dream about the man who trapped me in this castle?
Why would I spare Braxton a second thought at all?
Regardless, I know with undeniable certainty that the feeling of his lips molding themselves overtop of mine is not just a vivid dream or a figment of my imagination.
The truth is foggy in my brain, but I have no doubts that last night Braxton kissed me, and for reasons I can’t quite recall, I let him.