Chapter Ninety Five

CHAPTER NINETY FIVE

A few days have passed since that night when Balin told me the truth.

It’s a difficult thing to digest and I am struggling wholeheartedly with it. Balin seems to have relaxed now that I know the truth and he’s back to living in the cottage and acting as if everything is normal.

But it’s not.

Fated mates? Past lovers? Invasions?

These are all difficult things to wrap my head around.

It seems like I’ve walked into some movie but ever since my conversation with Balin, my dreams have become more vivid. They’re still blurry but I can sense what’s going on and they’re beginning to feel like memories. The strange thing is that while I’m dreaming, I can see things clearly except for faces. I’ve dreamt of the children in the picture. I’ve dreamt of looking at my face in the mirror and Balin, but the faces are always blurred, even mine.

That troubles me for some reason.