ELARAThe dream started sweet.Nate was holding me. His arms were warm around my waist and his mouth was on mine—soft—the way he always kissed me. He pulled back and smiled. “I love you,” And then his eyes changed.Brown bled to grey. Warm bled to ice. The arms around my waist weren’t gentle anymore. They were iron. Chains. And the mouth on my neck wasn’t kissing anymore. It bit.HARD!“Mine.”The growl that rumbled through the creature’s chest was deep and entirely monstrous. It wasn't Nate.My eyes flew open and the terror came with me—trapped in my throat, choking its way out as a strangled gasp.Pale, morning light flooded through massive windows, hitting a vaulted ceiling I had never seen before in my life. The air smelled intensely of pines, winter rain, and cologne. This wasn't the dark basement of the omega servant quarters. It wasn't my parents’ old room either.Where the hell am I?I bolted upright too fast, and the entire room lurched violently to the left. My head was
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