Under the Veil I Rule novel Chapter 323

Amara's nightmares were no ordinary bad dreams. While others might encounter a single perilous situation, she found herself trapped in three distinct nightmares in one night. Waking up felt like she had run a marathon.

Finnian, sensing her unease, tightened his arm around her and whispered softly, "Do you still think about it sometimes?"

Her nightmares were born of real events she'd lived through, and it was clear she hadn't fully moved past them.

Recalling Amara's panic and helplessness during those times tugged at Finnian's heartstrings. It was the dead of night, a time when emotions are raw and defenses are down. Having just woken from such a nightmare, Amara found herself overwhelmed with a wave of melancholy.

"Why am I the one who keeps getting tangled up in these things?" she lamented, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I'd forgotten, but it seems I can't quite let go..."

The fleeting thought crossed her mind that maybe if she had someone to sleep next to, her nightmares would cease. But she quickly dismissed it as foolish.

Finnian paused, then said, "The other day, when that car hit us on the highway, they're still looking into it. We should have answers soon."

The fact that they hadn't yet identified who was behind that incident was fueling Amara's nightmares.

Gently, Finnian ran his fingers through her hair, a comforting gesture. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "No one will hurt you again."

Amara had lost her mother at a young age, and her father might as well have been absent. She wasn't used to being comforted like this, and it stirred a mix of emotions within her.

"Okay," Amara agreed with a nod.

She had been staying at the Everly household for a couple of days, mainly to keep Mr. Kevin Everly company. With the rest of the family at the hospital, he was alone, and Amara's presence helped keep his mind occupied.

One afternoon, after a nap, Amara was jolted awake by a commotion. She sat up, groggy, hearing a sharp female voice echoing from outside her room.

Slipping on her slippers, she ventured out to find a woman, perhaps in her mid-forties, attractive but with a somewhat severe expression, standing in the hallway. The woman was loudly complaining, "How could you get rid of my things? I was just abroad for a few years, and now there's no place for me in this house. You servants really think you can just..."