Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Lennox’s POV

"No!" I yelled, jerking up from my sleep. My chest rose and fell in rapid bursts as I fumbled for the light on the nightstand and switched it on. Sweat clung to my forehead, my hands trembling.

My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. The images from the dream wouldn’t leave my head.

Olivia beheaded. Her blood everywhere. Her lifeless, headless body lying in a pool of her own blood. It felt so real, too real. Even now, I could still feel the cold shiver crawling down my spine.

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to mind-link. I reached for her in the only way I thought I still could.

"Olivia..."

But nothing came.

It was blank. Empty. Silent.

As if... she had blocked me.

I clenched my jaw. Maybe she didn’t want us to reach her anymore.

Still shaking, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It rang once.

Twice.