I wake with my heart pounding, sweating and hands gripping the bedsheets. Alexander was gently stroking my face, concern written all over his dark features. "I'm awake, I'm okay," I pan, my eyes flitting around the room checking the surroundings. "Are the visions always like this?" his voice low and concerned. "No, but they have got more detailed, let me write it down before I forget," I reply as I quickly sit up on the mattress and retrieve my notebook with the key from under my pillow. Under today's date, I add a new set of panicked scribbles. ----------- A scarred man stood over Alexander's bleeding body. In the woods? Earth floor?Golden goblet with a rim encrusted with jewelsGrey eyes, bloodshot and tearfulThe full moon...the top of the castle...fabric from a long dress dropping over the side and a female scream. Think the dress is a dark material? ---------- The last point was new. What I could only int

The revelations from Padgett shook me to my core, making my motorbike driving even more suspect. My hands shook and my focus was all over the place. After only a few minutes on the winding roads, slowly descending into the dry, arid valley of wheatgrasses where Winterfell was based Lucien pulled up. Motorcycle tyres skidded in frustration as he ripped a helmet from his head, his eyes narrowed and fierce, his huge legs between the bikes. I pulled up beside him, taking off my helmet and looking at the floor. There was too much to process to even start trying to talk to him. The idea that I had to abandon everything from Bram was impossible. His thinking, his morals and his beliefs had become my security blanket. I wouldn't have survived prison without being able to recall those happy times. “What’s going on, have you forgotten how to drive? You almost spun off back there?” “I…look I’m trying my best, can I have a bit of time to get my head straight?”

Launching myself at him like that I had no idea what response I'd get. There was just no way I was waiting alone on a roadside again. I wasn't ashamed to admit I was scared, or that I wanted him near. My kiss was loaded with a dozen different emotions all of which evaporated on impact with his soft lips. His body might have been rock solid but his lips were soft and yielding as I lunged myself towards him. As though waking from a dream Lucien took a few seconds before he responded hungrily to my embrace. I lost my breath as his arms swooped around me, wrapped me up tightly against him. His kisses were urgent, harsh and greedy yet I couldn’t get enough. Sparks crackled as my bare arms rested against his, wrapped around his neck, inadvertently massaging his scars. He broke away from my mouth to kiss my collarbone letting out a deep breath and a soft shudder. It was as though all the tension left him and I wondered if killing three men weighed heavier on him tha

Thundering down the road whilst clutching Lucien's six-pack was the best therapy anyone could wish for. Forced to inhale his burnt citrus scent and nuzzle into the muscles of his back as he zipped down empty highways. When he went too fast for comfort I found myself gripping him tighter and I was certain he was doing it on purpose by the end. It was dark by the time he finally pulled up alongside another anonymous wheat field. Pointing to a clump of trees a few hundred metres he gestured over to it and grunted "I'll push the bike through the field, we will camp there tonight. It's warm enough." Reluctantly peeling myself from his muscular back and shoulders I instantly missed the sensation of his skin. That scent was so comforting even though most would find a burning scent alarming, I had been so close to him even though we now stood apart there was a trace of him on my clothes and it made my heart flutter a tiny bit. I knew if I had Gitte she would tell me

Another night, another dream of landing in the black pit of guilt and failure. Instead of headbutting a log, I jerked myself awake, quickly remembering I was in Lucien's arms. He woke up a little, stirring only to wrap his arm tighter around me. His huge arms formed a deliciously warm blanket around me once more  However this time he wasn't completely asleep. Whether he was aware or not I felt him stiffening underneath his shorts as he pulled me closer towards him. Slowly pulsing against my legs, dangerously close to my core his length was pulsing into life. Quickly I tried to work out what I wanted from this. I already knew the answer. I steeled myself, perhaps he was dreaming of another woman, this Natasha, but maybe, just maybe he liked holding me? Like he said we were going our separate ways soon, why couldn't I be a bit selfish? He was quickly getting harder against my thigh so I gently shifted my legs, innocently encouraging him. Heat and longing p