This shouldn't be happening. It's not a dream, not like the time Fear put her in a nightmare and watched things unfold piece by piece. This is different, worse somehow because she can see the truth of it around the edges where things aren't quite right. She goes rigid in Henry's grip but forces herself not to retaliate. He's too strong. It's been proven. But more than that she needs him to see.

Something is very wrong here.

"Henry," Maketh says, as calmly as she can. There is no time for fear. "I am your sister. This isn't real. It's a trick. We're in Hadriel and the gods are playing a game."