Reyana had been terrified after Reagan left. She wished she could ask him to sleep in her chamber but it was absurd. Ria wasn't in her chamber when she went to look for her.
She had no choice but to sleep alone.
Thoughts about the Ashkai clouded her imagination until she slept off. But now, she wished she was awake, listening to tales about the Ashkai rather than being trapped in this nightmare she found herself. A cold sweat slicked her skin.
She saw herself in the familiar empty chamber where she'd always dreaded.
She frantically looked around her, and as usual, there stood the familiar figure shrouded in a cloak of midnight black, who always made her shudder with chills.
He was also wearing his usual mask that never let her tell who was truly behind that mask.
He took a slow, deliberate step towards her, his dark cloak billowing around him like a shadow. She sat, frightened and unable to move a muscle.
"Well, well, my little mate," he drawled, the amusement in his eyes deepening. "
