Page 26 of Sweet Nightmares (Wicked Mirrors #2)

Chapter Eighteen

N ightmare didn’t talk to Jane for two years. No words, no notes, no messages—nothing. He didn’t come to dinner or sleep in her bed.

Yet he still kept tabs on her through his magic.

She felt his eyes on the back of her skin. Sometimes, the feeling was so strong she became itchy. But he didn’t have the house watch her out of the kindness of his missing heart. He did it to protect his precious anchor.

Nightmare didn’t care about her. He cared about his freedom. He cared about himself. Always, always self-centered.

And Jane didn’t know if she deserved this punishment.

She had completely violated him in ways she could never take back.

So maybe she did.