Bree sat up straight and covered her face with her hand. She didn't know whether it was because she was riddled with troubles or because she was having a hard time; she had been having these dreams where if someone wasn't dying in the hands of Semel, then someone was suffering an agony beyond human understanding.
She didn't know it was because she and Semel had a connection, being their destined enemies or something of the sort. But the nightmares showed her things that made Bree's skin crawl. Even now she could hear the screams of the woman who was being tortured by Semel.
He seemed to be looking for something or more like someone.
She rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger before dropping her hand to the side. Staring at the sky that was slowly getting sprinkled with a pinkish hue, she got up from the bed and walked to the bathing room, where she washed up and got dressed in a hurry.