The first thing Shereen saw upon waking was Darius.
Impossible.
Darius was dead. She'd seen him die. Mourned his passing.
Tell that to the familiar voice. "About time you woke your lazy ass up, princess."
"Darius, is that really you?" She blinked at him.
The familiar smile wrenched at her heart. "Expecting another man in our bed?"
Our bed? She turned her head side to side and noted she did indeed lie inside the cabin. "How?" She frowned as she tried to make sense of her memories. "You died on the roof. The doctor got you."
"None of that was real. All just a bad dream caused by a Lazuli drug that fucked with your mind."
"So I did go see Pomme for the treatment?"
"Don't you remember?"
Her nose wrinkled. "I remember all kinds of things. Pomme injected me, and you rushed in, killed the doctor, and then we fled but were chased by a two-headed monster."
He shook his head.