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“Tell me to fuck you,” he presses. “Tell me to make it hurt.”

“Fuck me, Nikolas. Make it hurt.” I flinch inside, furious tears threatening to form. Except they don’t.Because I’m trapped.

“Klas,” he tells me. “Call me Klas.” He pulls me even closer, his hand remaining on my ass while the other goes to my throat. “We’re mates now, after all. Might as well be a little less formal.”

He kisses me and I respond automatically, my body his to command.

It seems only my mind is my own.

But I still can’t hear Issy.

I’m a prisoner inside my psyche. Trapped in a nightmare mating.

However, there’s something important about nightmares. A key trait I whisper to myself as Klas’s palms begin to roam.

Nightmares end.

Which means, one day, I’m going to wake up.

And when I do, Nikolas O’Neely—and everyone else who allowed this to happen to me today—will pay.

CHAPTERONE

FALLON

PRESENT DAY

Fallon…

Issy’s voice is a whisper, reminiscent of a dream. I long to reply, my heart breaking at the thought of our fractured bond.

All because ofhim.

My enemy.

My mate.

The one who destroyed everything.

He encompassed me in a spell, binding my free will while stealing my magic.

Every bite empowers him more, giving him access to my deadly enchantments.

He makes me teach him how to wield my power, his obedience spell forcing the words from my mouth.

I hate him.

I hatethis.

Fallon…

I nearly choke at that familiar voice, drugging my thoughts, pulling me toward the past.I miss you,I want to tell Issy.I miss you more than I can properly say.

Wake up, Fallon,she tells me in response.

I nearly smile. Her mental voice is so stern, soreal, that I almost obey.

But I don’t want to wake up. This nightmare never ends, even when I open my eyes.