Elena & Killian
Elena
The dream always started the same way.
I was on my knees in the dirt, my white dress stained with mud and tears, begging Killian not to reject me.
“I’m pregnant! Please! Our baby will die—”
But Killian just stared down at me with those cold black eyes.
“You’re lying,” he said, and I felt the mate bond starting to tear.
“Killian!” I screamed, reaching for him, but he was already turning away. Always turning away. In the distance, I could see Natalie’s silhouette standing like a goddess on top of a floating platform, silhouetted against the setting sun. Killian walked toward her without looking back. He just left me there, kneeling in the dirt.
The scene shifted, and suddenly I was choking. Inky black tendrils wrapped around my throat, squee
