His Tamed Wife, The Wild Heiress
A. Leilanialpha damian’s contracted human wifesorry my sweet wifedarling wife
And maybe—just maybe—I would finally get some answers about who I was before Kieran Ashford, and why I couldn't stop dreaming about a screaming child who might or might not be the woman my best friend married.
I took one of the new pills Dr. Morrison had prescribed, lay down on my bed, and closed my eyes.
The dreams came immediately.
But this time, they were different.
This time, when I heard the child screaming, when I felt the impact against my skull, when the darkness threatened to swallow everything—
I saw a face.
Dark hair. Wide eyes. A small hand reaching out, pressing something cold and hard into my palm.
A necklace. But it was blurry and couldn't see what it looked like.