A Dorm With My Alpha Mate
the man had whispered, pressing the vial into my hand.
I uncorked it now. The scent was sharp—like ozone and crushed juniper. I did not drink it. I poured three careful drops onto the stone floor just inside the cell entrance. Then I whispered the activation word the man had taught me: “Somnus.”
The drops hissed, melting into the stone. The air above them shimmered, like heat on a desert road. Slowly, an image formed. An illusion. It was me—or rather, a perfect, sleeping version of me. It lay curled on the floor, back turned, breathing slowly. It was flawless. It would last for hours, until the potion’s energy faded. To the guard on his round, I would appear to be asleep. He would not look c