Donatella Dragna did not mean to fall asleep. She had intended to escape her dark prison and then find whoever had truly kidnapped her and left her all alone on Great Holiday Eve.
But despite some of the rumors that claimed otherwise, Tella was very much human. And she was exhausted. Regardless of her best efforts, she could not stay up all night. She’d been drugged, and kidnapped.
Tella couldn’t stop herself from replaying the kiss or the hoarse words her captor had said when she took off the blindfold.
You shouldn’t have done that.
Why had he said that? What did he mean?
What exactly had she done?
She tried to cling to the idea it was all just a game, but what if it wasn’t? What if it really was an imposter who had kidnapped her and not the real Legend?
As she slept, Tella hoped the real Legend would visit her in her dreams. But no one dreams on Great Holiday Eve. It’s the one day each year that dreams escape.
It’s said that they play on the rooftops, that they dance on the chimneys and have tea parties atop the shingles. If you wake to a pitter-patter above
you on Great Holiday Eve, don’t worry. It’s not anything nefarious, just dreams making merry.
Holidays are not just for humans, after all.
