Chapter 34 Differential Treatment

The dream had been so vivid that fear still clung to my unconsciousness even after I had woken up. I gently patted my chest, grateful that everything had been merely a bad dream. Before I became stronger, it was a better choice for me to behave myself, lest my dream became reality someday. I shot a furtive glance at Augustus, trying to gauge his expression as a trace of guilt crept into my heart. Thank goodness he didn't know I was using him in my dream. He didn't need to know that I had ended up shooting myself in the foot. I couldn't tell how long he had been awake. Right then, he was lying on his side with his head propped on his hand, observing me in silence. I wondered what kind of silly gestures I had made in my sleep during the horrifying dream. Thinking of all the possibilities, I instantly felt mortified.