For those new to my writing, please rest assured that I don't believe in leaving threads loose. Al will be revealed in good time.

😇😇😇 And um ... sorry for this chapter. 😇 See ya next week? 😇😇😇

“She looks so peaceful.”

“Is she … is she smiling in her sleep?”

“I wonder what she's dreaming about?”

“After the other night? Probably offing Alastor.”

“Ha! Who doesn’t dream about that?”

“Why is she out here, though?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll send Niff up to her room. Maybe something was objectionable there overnight.”

Grace sighed, stretching in her spot but refusing to open her eyes just yet. So what if Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk were talking over her?

In an effort to cling to the remnants of her unbelievable dreams, Grace moaned, “For someone who’s never done that before, you were amazing.”

Husk gagged. Loudly. “Well, there goes my hope that she wasn't dreaming about doing that with him.”

Vaggie replied, “And there goes my appetite.”

Dreams swept Grace away once more.