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Perhaps my aunt? Or the Harlsteds?

Fuck, maybe Liam or Tye or —

A flicker of light in the darkness caught my eye. I squinted at it, somehow only a yard away.

Hells. It was a hole in the ground. Perhaps a cave?

That hadn't been there before…

Far above me, the sky roared and shook, the wind pulling me off the ground.

"GO!" the voice shouted.

Without a second to spare, I dove through the small opening, praying this nightmare wasn't about to get worse.

I rolled a few times before slamming to a stop, hitting something solid … and furry?

Fuck!

I scrambled away from the creature, heart racing as the fur was replaced with smoke … and then a very irritated and confused looking Tye.

"You!" he growled.

I crouched, gasping, as I stared at the golden-eyed man. He was larger than the man in the cloak … and completely dry.

Warily, I glanced around at the small, warm cavern — but the hole was gone and there was no storm or cloaked man.

And this was definitely not another memory …

Tye glared at me as he stood to his full height, an unbuttoned shirt and pants appearing on his body. The rolled-up sleeves did little to hide his tattoos … or the way his muscles rippled as he moved.

"Witch!" he growled the words, stalking towards me, lips twisted into that dangerous scowl of his. "Get out of my dream."

My jaw dropped. The gall of this … imaginary man!

I surged to my feet, blood still racing from almost dying, and moved to stand directly in front of him.

"Your dream? Ha!" I poked him in his chest, and his eyes widened. "This is MY nightmare, and you're justa figment of my imagination. I'm obviously still processing our little 'chat' earlier, but I have more important things thanYOUto deal with right now. Have you seen a man in a dark cloak come through here? I need to punch him!"

Tye's glare didn't waver.

"Ugh." I snarled. "Of course you're just as silent and brooding as the real version. Just my fucking luck. I really need to find him."

Those dim yellow eyes flashed, and he took a step forward, the firelight dancing along his muscles.

"Are you trying to make me jealous, Witch?" His eyes skimmed over my body — dark, possessive, and almost … hungry?

Oh fuck. Something hot and urgent unfurled in my belly.

Swallowing, I took a step back.

That look in his eyes and the warm feeling in my chest made it difficult to think. Something inside me wanted to run … to have him chase me … to —

Could the dormant remnants of Jaiel's charisma be affecting me somehow?

"I —"

"King's wrath!" he growled, taking a step closer. "You're so fucking infuriating! Torturing me during my waking hours. Now you haunt my dreams as well?" His gaze roved over me, my skin burning everywhere it touched. "You're even worse than the Fae." He scowled. "But you made one mistake." His lips curled into a predatory grin, and his gaze slid to my lips. "In here — you're mine."