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The Night Wolf novel Chapter 80

But Willow received no reply. Willow knew then that he had surely gone mad in the head, because this was not the time to play hide'n go seek. Willow tried to open her eyes, but to her shock, her eyes opened without them hurting at all.

Willow gasped when she saw what was before her. She blinked, as she was dumbfounded. Because in front of her stood no more the trees nor the mansion behind her, instead she could only see a huge white palace before her blanketed with the dark sky of the night, gone was the bright sun.

Willow scrunched her brows and wondered what sort of drug did Lark blow onto her face. Whatever it was, the moment the drug will wear its effect off, she was taking someone-Lark-to the police station.

But as she thought about it, wasn't everything that had been happening to her weird? From the moment she woke up in the middle of the night to being rescued by Lark, then being drugged with, probably cocaine and in the end of her evaluation it all pointed to how Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Willow was in dreamland!

Willow chuckled. But she abruptly stopped chuckling, shouldn't she wake up by now, since she had already guessed what was happening? Willow pinched herself, but she still didn't wake up, out of dreamland.

"No." Willow shook her head, maybe this won't work out, she should just sleep and then she would probably wake up. Yes, she was going to do that.

Willow looked around, for a place to sleep, but she couldn't find anywhere. But since she was already dreaming, why won't she just imagine a big bed in front of her, but even after multiple attempts, no bed popped up from the ground.

Willow could have walked in the palace and found somewhere to rest, but her body was too stiff, and she felt like she had cramps all over. This was, the reason for sleeping in weird positions, she just hoped that she won't wake up with a back pain.

Willow then looked down at the ground, and after a big debate in her head, she lied on the cold marble below her. She placed her hands on her stomach and shut her eyes. And started counting sheep, to wake up.

"What are you doing?" Willow heard a very familiar voice, filled with joy, she opened her eyes hoping to see the the familiar ceiling and find Lark standing in front of her, asking her to make some sandwiches for him.

But what she was greeted with was, yet again the dark sky filled with beautiful, glittering stars, a bit too many of them, as if it had been splattered off a paint brush onto the canvas. And of course there was also Lark who stood above her, staring at her as if she was the one who had gone crazy.

Willow scrunched her nose at Lark and turned on her side, making herself more uncomfortable, but then again, the more uncomfortable she was the faster she would wake up.

"I didn't bring you here just to let you sleep here."

"Get lost." Willow mumbled. "Let me go back in peace."

"If you want to go back, you should stop wasting your time." Lark scoffed.

"You'll know once you meet the person I want you to meet."

"But how can this person even help me? I don't even know him."

Lark turned to look at her. "You know him."

Willow narrowed her eyes, she certainly didn't know anyone who lived in a pretty white palace, the only person who even lived in a palace was Rowan, but his palace was nothing like the one before her, since the one in front of her looked like it was cut out of a big block of LED. It was too bright.

Willow looked around and noticed that there weren't much people in here, and they all looked like they jumped out of Vogue, with their perfect faces kept blank, their clothes were just as white as the palace she was in. Willow felt embarrassed walking down these bright walls in her pink pyjamas.

But Willow was thankful that no one kicked them out for trespassing, or at least she was, until someone stopped them.

"Prince Lark of the Seelie." Greeted the person. She, just like everyone else was wearing a bright white colored long dress.

"Ah, it's Yasmin, just the person I was waiting for." Said Lark, sarcastically. "I thought I'd have to walk for a couple hours before I'd be able to find you. Bet you were hiding from me."

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