Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred.
I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous.
“No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”