(Celosia's Pov)
I woke up, to the sound of a car engine and a sweet song playing through the radio. I smelled bacon, and maybe something else. It smelled like breakfast sandwiches. I could go for a sandwich right now. I sat up, slowly, yet still managed to hurt my back. Damian became alert, and pulled over.
"You all right?" He said, concern in his eyes. I nodded and gave him a small smile. I sat up, once again and my injuries were stinging. Whatever that thing did to me, it was real... But how did it happen through the dream? I can feel that I have no puncture wound through me like I should have from the knife. So why did that not become real?
"Here... I got you water and a sandwich... I didn't know when you'd wake up, so I just got you this." He said handing me a sandwich wrapped in paper. I peeled the paper off and stuffed it into the plastic bag we used for a trash bag. I bit into it and ate it all. I drank my water and felt relieved to be safe, for now at least.
"Where are we?" I inquired, curious as to how far we had gotten from Riverton.
"Michigan. We'll stop in Detroit, find a motel and rest..." He said. After a moment, he spoke again. "Tell me, what happened last night? How did you know it was coming?"
"I dreamt that I was being tortured, an exact memory from the League. The Demon was close enough to hurt me, to make that dream a reality. He had the exact whipping marks reopen. If he was close enough to do that, he was too close." I explained.
"I see. We'll be in Detroit soon... As for your injuries, you'll be weak for the next week, maybe two. We need to find a way to kill this thing. And trust me, as long as I'm alive, I'll make sure it's dead." Damian stated with a determined look ahead.
If we're going to kill this thing, we're definitely going to need to stick together. I will keep him safe. No matter the cost.
