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Night Terror Prologue: Laviet couldn't imagine herself any happier than she was right then. It didn't matter that she had a secret life at home in front of the computer, or a crazed demon in her head, or a past she couldn't remember. All that mattered was that she was holding hands with the boy she'd crushed on for a while, the first boy who was ultimately kind to her and took the time to make sure she was comfortable. Alex squeezed her hand, his cheeks a light shade of red, his eyes dazzling in the sunlight. Laviet could barely look away. Her smile was wide, touching her eyes, her own cheeks a beet red. They stopped at a field of daisies