"The Bad Wolf is s'posed t' be dead. Migh' not be inside o' me at all. ...Migh' jus' be dreamin'," Rose responded honestly. She felt her back hit the wall at the head of the bed. There was nowhere else to move. "Ya ever dream abou' things you've lost?"

She could see the wicked, hungry look in Lucifer's eyes. The very room he'd created for her felt smaller. Rose swallowed hard. She could be torn apart over goddess fragments that more than likely weren't even there.

Yet, she didn't stop. Even with a look on her face that had clearly begun to regret its choices, Rose remained steadfast.

"If I am dreamin', I can dream tha' she destroys ya."