Nora's POV
I jolt upright, throwing off the covers as my feet hit the cold floor.
"Whoa there," Hugo chuckles, raising both hands in mock surrender. He nods toward the bed, and I spin around to see myself still lying there, wrapped safely in James's embrace.
"This is a dream, right?"
"Something like that." Hugo pushes away from the wall where he'd been leaning. He's dressed impeccably in a tailored pinstripe suit and crisp gray shirt, looking like he stepped straight out of a magazine spread.
"What do you want?"
"To visit my beloved niece." He spreads his arms wide, inviting me into a hug. I remain frozen in place.
"Why?"
I clench my hands into fists, pressing my fingernails deep into my palms. I should force myself awake, but something tells me this isn't a typical lucid dream. This feels more like I've been pulled from my physical body entirely.
Still, if this is real, I need to hear what he has to say.
