Set looms before me. Chaos magic radiates from him with such force, I feel the energy rattling my bones.
“Where’s the gratitude?” asks Set. “I send you dreams of the perfect woman, and you’ve not a single word of thanks. It took me ages to design a woman to trap you. Perhaps even cut your throat while you sleep. I even took inspiration from other realities, just to ensure you’d be powerless to refuse her.”
“Other realities?”
“You can’t think this is the only version of us in existence. And chaos knows no boundaries.”
A familiar mix of anger and frustration twists up my back. I open my mouth, ready to counter that I’ll never fall for Set’s ‘chaos woman.’
I stop myself before speaking a word. Claiming I don’t care for this dream lady doesn’t ring true, even inside my own mind. The reaso
