She dreamt of him.
His name familiar but hazy (Adam? Àxel?). His smile always bright, hair ever shaggy, a book balanced between his fingers.
The dreams made her toss and turn, made her chest ache every time she woke to a dark room. Was he one of those Teagen said was guarded in the bottom of the compound? The ones Lara was constantly teased with?
Soon...if you're good...
She had been good! Ever since Mathias...she didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about him and his staff, Teagen and her robe, the men and their guns.
She wanted to think of him.
Him and his hair and his smile and his voice that seemed to comfort her even with a lack of presence. The memory seemed to bring her back, just a little, right before Teagen pushed her back to the edge.
Mine...